If I could write a poem now
A lonely cloud, this page I’d fill
With Wordsworth or a word’s worth
I’d fill this page with daffodils
Now the words, they don’t come easy
The great ones tell you it’s a skill
But I would rather be a fool
And fill my head with daffodils
There is no rhyme or reason
No belles lettres, no fancy frills
That, like a dewdrop, glistens
Upon the yellow daffodils
If I could write a poem now
Neither would my pen nor soul sit still
But would twirl and spiral to a tune
Dancing with the daffodils.
Hermetics heirs presumptives of, harum-scarum....
Speculum's mist beyound the threshold paints this night
With colours dipped in oils vibrant shadows of avatar's
Soothsayers spring tide canvas' framed by
Buteos zenith ~
Vantaged splashings from upon, the avant-garde's
Separtist spaces amid such, moments; tembres these
Belles-lettres', artesians wells of euphemisms eulogies towards this
Hexagon's phoenix now vivified from yesteryears
Bittersweet nightshade personified; segues seignior!? Renaissonic refurbs.
Kissing her gently a dayspring, Daphne, in streams of light....
Chromatic chiffon curtains; their greating be this dawn ? Ornamental
Stitchery time's storybook soft, lashes fluttering while she dreams so, lovely
Tranquillity greeting his dawn silk cocoons; baroque, love's palette panacea's brush
A picture's window framing these strokes oscilloscope, paschal tides ? Scholastic waves
Embracing her shores palatial's mistress; free verse chrysanthemums, with gossamer wings
Belles-lettres, this beautiful damsel ? Novem she sleeps cascading locks a prophetess; silverish hues.
Kissing her gently a dayspring, Daphne, in streams of light....
Chromatic chiffon curtains; their greating be this dawn ? Ornamental
Stitchery time's storybook soft, lashes fluttering while she dreams so, lovely
Tranquillity greeting his dawn silk cocoons; baroque, love's palette panacea's brush
A picture's window framing these strokes oscilloscope, paschal tides ? Scholastic waves
Embracing her shores palatial's mistress; free verse chrysanthemums, with gossamer wings
Belles-lettres, this beautiful damsel ? Novem she sleeps cascading locks a prophetess; silverish hues.
Hermetics heirs presumptives of, harum-scarum....
Speculums mist beyond the threshold paints this night
With colours dipped in oils vibrant shadows of avatars
Soothsayers spring tide canvas' framed by
Buteos zenith....
Vantaged splashings from upon, the avant-gardes
Separtist spaces amid such moments tembres these
Belles-lettres', artesians wells of euphemisms eulogies towards this
Hexagons phoenix now vivified from yesteryears
Bittersweet nightshade personified; segues seignior!?
Renaissonic refurbs....
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....In vogue ~
Note: Smile ~ A poetic kiss amid the celebrative marking of my
fourth anniversary here today at, Poetry Soup! ~ "Love," John!:) ~
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