Agony Of Age
Written: by Miracle Man
January 17, 2021
I've very little trouble finding sleep,
but settling in early makes time to creep.
From my shoulder pain I quickly awake,
and more Tylenol I'm then forced to take.
That’s why I’m generally up by two,
and writing soon becomes, my chosen do.
While I'm asleep I seem to dream, dream, dream,
they have no meaning or connecting theme.
When sack time comes early, so does rising,
rampant are thoughts, a few are surprising.
It's during quiet time I seek God's face,
and He lets me know I've entered His space.
“No one can arrive from being talented alone.
God gives talent; work transforms talent into genus.”
Anna Pavlova
Categories:
anna pavlova, dream, pain, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
She doesn't dance like Anna Pavlova
She doesn't sing like Diana Ross
but on this blissful day I am watching
the best performer I've ever come across
She wobbled on her pique turns
She forgot to point her toes
but she never lost her smile
a perfect angel until the close
She might not sing in perfect rhythm
She might not always be in tune
but her singing is so beautiful
it makes this proud daddy swoon
Categories:
anna pavlova, daughter, preschool,
Form: Rhyme
Resonating magnificent resplendencies in such, rhapsodies
Resonant amid this glowing renaissance; and her resurrection
Lost opaque dreams awakening to find these, vibrant colours as if
Van Gogh himself had been summoned through time's periscope's visions
Brilliant brushings aside passions poured about viles of a rebirth's casting; callings
Transposed from atop another vestige's love laced canvas; splashing's be spheres now
Captured inside, a concerto's reprise ? Ballerinas their light and my, Anna Pavlova, with love.
Categories:
anna pavlova, angel, art, autumn, love,
Form: I do not know?
Resonating magnificent resplendencies in such rhapsodies..
Resonant amid her beauty's glowing renaissance as resurrection ?
Lost opaque dreams awakening to find these vibrant colours as if van Gogh
Himself had been summoned through this periscopes visions ? Brilliant brushings
Aside passions poured about viles of a rebirths casting; callings transposed from atop
Vestiges love laced canvas ? Splashing's, spheres now captured within a concerto's reprise.
Categories:
anna pavlova, love,
Form: I do not know?