Challenge
Poetry matters: $250 on the table for the writer who nails form, content, and fire. Three judges will help select the winner. There is a lot of talent here so swing for the fences. Good luck to all.
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Bygone
Let it pass!
The long gloomy days
Lived on your behalf
They shall pass!
The silent song of blackbirds
On lonesome mornings
And the blossomless grass
It shall pass!
The starless nights and
days with a hidden sun
The haze of misty mornings
Evenings with a pale-faced moon
All shall fade
With each undesired noon.
No more lethal tears
Shall this spirit weep
They all shall pass
Bygone! Peace shall it seek.