A Somber Song
Rainy days and Mondays guide my journey
Looking for rich harvest in barren fields,
Disappointing me with grudging demeanor
For you my love have never lived there.
My morning awakens as if from a dream
Roaming still, to capture feelings of glee
Set free by your soul departing mournfully,
Looking meekly at what could have been.
Though the butterflies still roam our lawn
No longer do they invite forlorn dawn
To glisten rose-blossoms you left behind
Knowing they too have lost their charm.
Winds keep twirling remnants of fragrance
Hoping rich-scent will mimic your presence
Discarding sullen gloom of rainy day vibes,
Ignoring pessimism of despondent skies.
As I set out to write: together we belong,
Words I penned changed their meaning
Soon after a comma held me spellbound,
Shifting my verses to form a somber song.
February 21, 2018
Placed first in mid-January 2019 contest by Brian Strand
Placed 2nd:Rainy days and Mondays contest by Silent One
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