A Child's Lesson On Love
I hear a child bemoan in dreams, reclaiming dreams,
His dreams he dreams alone of flying with songbirds,
Picking and chewing, oozing juicy fruits in teams,
And dancing gaily, prancing to the tune of words,
Diving, and drowning gleefully in pools and streams.
This child I see in somber moods murmur alone,
Awaiting birds, his darling sisters and brothers;
I tip-toe behind to track this child’s lonely zone,
And read his eyes, his thoughts, to see if he withers,
Yet I do not see, nor do I hear ... any groan.
I sniff him behind to the valley, hedge and wood,
And all his rainbow hideouts to see rueful signs
Of psychic woes, or other fancies in boyhood,
But I don't see, I don't hear, any woeful whines,
Yet I see love, a lesson to learn, which I should.
*A 3rd Place* in the following contest (judged on Jan. 12, 2021)
Jan. 10, 2021 (Originally posted on Nov. 29, 2020)
Podium placing promise(6) Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
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