I trod a path made concrete
By patience and virtue
Nothing gets past the belly of this beast,
That I could never subdue
I wrestle with veins and arteries that choke
Pour my cocktail over gurgling acids that flow
Slide down the tubules with ciliary applause
For there was self-proclaimed victory in a meaningful cause
What could then follow but despair and defeat-
That snuff the flames keeping shadows alive-
For a maiden made weary by arrogance and envy
All that remains is the stench of demise
I trod a path made shaky
By sickness and loss
What more could be fearsome
Than what is known not?
Categories:
ciliary, anxiety, april, loss,
Form: Free verse
S ilent night, cold night, frozen the drapes,
I n fog's advent, beryl chrome, winter's finger grips
L ivid network of view-less ether. Laser body
E ncapsulate chill, reproduce serenity, an energetic memory
N ow on shepherds' muse. Brew widened gaze,
T ug at ciliary components to drive in your daze.
N ight of delight, dabble upon us staggering shafts of bliss
I n this way we are Oliver Twist, expectant eyes
G row quivering wits, drawn bar chart, statistician's story
H istory and bleakness of inequality. But you O Night beeps
T actfully-toy cat, serene not to wake darkly, dawn that sleeps.
For Francine Roberts 'Holiday Acrostic Contest'
Categories:
ciliary, inspirational,
Form: Acrostic