Glorious Aspirations Poem by Paul Amrod

Frolically prancing are the nymphs
through the light of a harvest moon
emerging inconspicuously driven
through a funnel of a fluttering sensualism.
Indicative of the obvious assumption
we position the implication opportune
to a partition of persuasions unyielding
in variations of an outstretched imagination.
We then spawn an enthralling refrain
of gentle allusions and lilting lyricism
to elope in reckless abandon
awaiting the consequences of our flirtation.
Expressing the melodious passage
pledges resilience and utter pacifism
procuring our innocence of cause
preoccupying intent and resolution.
Instantaneously and impulsively attaining
the insight of each goddess the chrism
will annoint us with receptive mindfulness
awakening us from our deepest delusions.
Encompassing the swirling promenade
we pirouette forth with a miraculous affirmation
articulating precisely the limerick of befuddlement
disorientating the caterpillar’s cocoon.
Subsequentially bursts a multitude
of polychromatic butterflies through a prism
inoculating our senses and permeating our
resourcefulness to multivarious conclusions.
At the dawning of the hypothesis we mellow
the contradictions as we carefully strew
a myriad of conceptual deliverance
to pervasively envision a plentitude of eclecticism.
Accentuating the autumnal luminescence Demeter
will gloriously arise well attuned
to the on and coming winter solstice
and twilight’s jubilant and festive augmentation.
Felicitous and optimal environments
exhilarate the unassuming inspiring idealism
implementing a plentitude of expedience
and redirecting our realizations.
The congregation of spirits will ignite
an emboldened proposition to outrightly assume
the vulnerability of the humble
and the soft-spoken manner of their optimism.
With this disposition we revel our inner peace
which magnifies our sensations
and exemplifies the consistency
of temperament and a persistent futurism.
Unfettered through the woods of Mother Nature
we trill our voices in imitation
of our feathered friends as their euphonic arias
charm our foggy forenoon.
As the evening’s dusk arrives
with a sickle crescent we fantasize a magnetism
which lures the uncanny to mysterious shenanigans
and inexplicable temptations.
Essentially appeased through authentic dignity
the sensitive will delicately construe
a treasured riddle to gratify the insatiable
and bring about tenderly benevolence and altruism.