If This Was the Last

If this was the last poetry contest I would choose to call the tall waves from the serotonin molecules Neuron by neuron in the snaking path cleft by cleft in a cerebral dance the resplendent response to the sounds of the tolling bell through the laughing waves from the ventricles The soup knocked on the brains a stirrer in the currents It grew lilacs in the garden softening the hardened soil The soup sent cordial calls to rivers dormant in a darkness In the soup we knew the footfalls With every sound the tall t-waves All these from the charged magnet the Poetrysoup contest In case this was the last we know we wouldn't fast The treasure of the Poeyrysoup-glee would never be under lock and key Whenever fidgety in the pursuit of an elusive thought or image or of a glimpse of poetic stanzas We would tap on the verdant doors of the dear storehouse of the jewels that never failed an avid reader of all the forms of English poetry After all a river is born to end Leaving almost permanent poetry in every bend 18 September 2023 Inspiration: Contest: If this was the last Poetry Contest hosted by Silent One