A
bee
cupped in a
daffodil,
exited
from the
garden, flying
high
in flight over a
juniper tree.
Kumquats too
love the
many
numerous
ornithopter like
petal hoppers
quickly
racing through
stamens inside
taffeta petals.
Umbrage tough and
venose, only the
wight,
xanthochroic
younkers and
zelotic find the prize.
This is an alphabet poem. The rules are only to write the alphabet down the left side of the paper, then each line has to start with that letter. Sometimes you just have to play and have frivolous fun.
About Me
- Mikhael Brown
- I have always been a searcher, looking for the Holy Grail, philosopher’s stone or ovum anguinum; searching for some hidden secret hidden knowledge which would transform my being into something more worthy than I felt it to be. I searched, spent years of study of Quantum Mechanics, Physics, Cosmology, and Microbiology. I searched the esoteric writings of enlightened eastern, western mystics and established religions, all to no avail. The truth I sought, was not to be found in this world or the next, it was not anything which could be grasp, held in my hand or given to another. The closest I have come to seeing truth was to gaze into the eyes of a new born babe. It is this innocent wonder, the light of the Divine Mystery shining out from the soul; which is love, life, and truth. This Holy Grail is found within, if only I dare to look through the darkness which cloaks it so well and walk quietly, patiently, waiting for those rare moments when the dark clouds part and the light shines, warming the empty coldness which so often engulfs me.
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