Upon the Morn'
Dread thoughts race,
feelings enmesh.
Vacant eyes,
grim glacial flesh.
Silvern tears
mark me forlorn.
World shattered
upon the morn'.
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3/4/3/4 syllables - checked with howmanysyllables.com)
(Dedicated to a friend who tragically passed recently)
6 November 2017 - entered in "A November Premiere Contest..." sponsored by Brian Strand.
(4th Place)
2 December 2017 - submitted to "Any Poem Won in a Contest in November" sponsored by Laura Loo.
Copyright © John Michaels | Year Posted 2017
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