A spiritual entrainment levees,
spawning entropic cascades in its wake,
a logarithmic landscape ossifies,
effulgent among its tutelary scarps.
As winter settles in,
an enamel carafe fills,
with analgesic dreams,
tippled memories,
eclipsed thoughts and
an insolent stubbornness that awakens.
Oh how I yearn for Yule,
For those stream colors that defy reality.
Oh how I thirst indifference,
dexterous youth that abnegates responsibility.
Today I exist strewn amid a supple hill,
a prim chorister bellows my name,
a melodic velum unfurls down Main Street,
to herald a new generation of homesteaders.
Now that our fallow lives diffuse,
one grapples onto the waft dandelions of spring.
Harbingers of silent prayer,
floral brood of jovial eternity.
Now that our fallow lives diffuse, one grapples onto the waft dandelions of spring. Harbingers of silent prayer, floral brood of jovial eternity. /// beautiful and natural poetic expression on the solemn environment of winter and its effect on the spiritual soul....//
A wonderful occasional poem! Many congratulations for this beautiful poem being chosen as Poem of the Day!
A beautiful poem, well articulated. Thanks for sharing...10. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments and ratings
A well composed occasional poem of the day. Congrats on your featured piece....10++
Thanks for sharing a poem of nostalgia and a first-class photo.
Well articulated and nicely brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the rhythmn and word choice which make for a fine experience for the reader.