Cursed till death to live in shame
For on fair countenance having spied
Its showering branches spill as tears
A tempest somewhere satisfied
On the fringes of the serene
Corrupting beauty mala fide
Distorted order in clear chaos
Nature’s whim is cast aside
A warming wind through harpies’ breath
Neither this could she provide
The sun eclipsed eternally
A single solace unsupplied
For in the cruelest twist of fate
The weeping willow weeps denied
-Joseph Cannizzo Jr.
I’m a 32-year-old attorney from New Jersey who longs to leave the law behind and pursue a career in poetry and fiction. I have only one self-published chapbook of poetry to my name. I’m trying desperately to "break through" and hope that this competition can help me in that endeavor.
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