At Rhododendron Maureen's Cognate Poem by Lovita Morang

At Rhododendron Maureen's Cognate



At Rhododendron maureen's cognate

Burst forth, be born in, to begin wing-ding,
Originate, from where this sacred spring;
In muses of watery flow, best bestow,
Rhododendron maureen's sheen, bateau tow.

a fable unlooked for, forlorn,
Pegasides, born, well water, wellness adorn;
Burst forth, this thirst for water, sweat,
Hoofprint, horsepower gallop, animate.

Burst forth charmer, full head of steam, zoetic
Metamorphosis of poetry, squirrel in bone-shadow parotic,
In Ovid's exile, patriotic hail, bare aural poetic

Which water sincere, that we drink is pristine
Waters of Hippocrene and other springs, love the wellness within

As spiritless rocks, hearten and gladden, sing
Rhododendron maureen cogate in pegasus's wing

What ruse, you rise, o muse
What did in ninth book of the Odyssey,
Stroking gently fidelity and faithful, use.

Eyeless was, before dawn Odysseus blinding,
Polyphemus's polemic, barbarous

Still dog eat dog shouldn't be this pretty day,
pitiless mortal barbed in spines of stingray,
bring to life, jolt the compassionate cheer of parous,
dolt the callous,

Sacred well shall spring,
like witty and wise man kindred in kinship, bade
Songs arousing, ligand gated,
In Roborant Rhododendron maureen's cognate.

-Lovita J R Morang

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Rhododendron maureen's cogate is a poem that explore the ancient connect as ancient as this 4.543 billion years old earth. This only lovely planet that is testimony to the evolutionary process of time, trend and tradition that human being have created, in need of hour.
This parallel poetic journey is like the ligand gated links. Like the interconnection of veins.
Yes, human err, blunder sometimes the mistaken identity that cost life. Like Ovid's exile because the people in power found errors in this poem....
Yet, mankind never knew where to stop. It's like the thirst for water.
And, to quench the quest, they travelled in deserts in ocean, climbed the rugged mountains to find a drop of water. They find water God.
They see Pegasus wings, in horse form
Strength got it's name too, as horsepower.
The heroes fight, fight of hero and the villain both human yet, both good both bad from different perspective. Each right in their way, each fight.
Better one win, yet the bad one tries to be better and see a bright future.
The moot point that augurs the mood is, the continues journey is important to the process of evolution, not that fight...and the poems on war. They call it err. And, the poet is exiled
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Lovita Morang

Lovita Morang

Arunachal, Assam, india
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