Cabochon

Of bud bossed delicate; in its aroma much will enfold! The turbulence of youth; also the seasoned and the old. Tetra pedes, cross pages, sober.. in black, throughout the ages Oh! to pass to others this understanding; and in bold. Manifold are images, ‘thrusting now fresh into flower, To awareness, of precious cargo; as in life’s laden bower...’ Penta metron sketch outlines, though imperfectly employed; I reach to the stars today; as yet passes my hour!... Translucence shows within the fading of life’s colour As this continuing expressive awaits its turn, of another!.. My thoughts fill like pages, to blossoms in bloom A soft falling, as petals; to your earth, my sister & brother... To re-count of life’s possibility's... in the Rubaiyat form; Melding its grandeur; to the bland magnitude of today’s norm! Opening in its intricacy, the doorway to ecstasy Playing many a cadence, relayed from its echoes borne. Ever may its blossoms & completeness be flowering, Entwining with the lines of the sages, to forever cling! Refreshing the heart; perhaps a world? now tired and worn. To a climax of prosody, does this weave of true praises sing. © Joe Maverick.co.uk I have added notes in the ‘To know more about this poem area’.