Saving Grace

Wending her way westward, wafted on whispering wings
   Sailing serenely southward, slithering past secluded scenes
Nudging northward, noticing narrow, noctilucent moonbeams
   Edging effortlessly eastward, entering ecstasy's eerie baleen...

Grace dillied and dallied, then dithered and doodled and dozed
   Could Heaven's Handiwork save her? ~ Neither angels nor seraphs know
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Faulkner Avatar
October 4, 2018 at 2:59 PM
Great idea to use the directions as the inspirations for your alliterations, beautiful mystery in the last lines as well!
Wolf Avatar
October 4, 2018 at 8:26 PM
The idea was all yours. I was just grinding out a poem that tried to make sense... ~ gw
Watson Avatar
October 4, 2018 at 2:48 AM
I believe the answer is in the affirmative! I just loved the soft alliteration here, Gershon and the excellent mix of adjectives with verbs of gentle movement. What a wonderful poem!
Wolf Avatar
October 4, 2018 at 9:28 AM
I believe so too. Thank you so much for you delightful comment and generous evaluation of this little ditty, Wendy. Much appreciated. :) Gershon
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