A Little Bit Of Heaven I Seeketh In Pell Mell Poem by Lovita Morang

A little bit of heaven I seeketh in pell-mell

As I enter through the rugged terrain,
the dense forest has husked its huggermugger;
Awashed all that is after the rain,
I dont know how to make tree house; and aver;
Yet, i barked up the babel, and then learnt to climb the tallest cairn.

I learnt to chart the wind, yet I may not want to serenade,
O nightangle all that sorrow of song, sorrow may be life that may not mend my tomorrow, if sad invade;
Tauted on frailest twigs, birds of heaven do sing
however, brittle the birth of birds, on tweed twigs,
Yet beak the neatest nest.

I have cleaved open the nescience
Nagging feet, like villian of time,
Shank's nag cannibalistic, yet,
saddled in the pleading eyes of the forest,
Narrow bridges of distant horizon;
Gallop in biorhythmic pulses,
Overflowing wells, tincted houses on hills dwell,
Lights shine in every homes, that's what I see, cheers swell.

Run off the gales,
I too seeketh a little bit of heaven, in pell-mell dale.

-Lovita J R Morang