ENJAMBMENT – LIFE
We are obligated to celebrate life.
We have dreamed our time away; foolish, wasted
Precious time and love; perhaps now
We see the folly of our ways; and time
Lost never to come again, a singular thought
A lesson learned; a hard
And stringent message from the Gods; who
Deplore wasted time; they mourn the many lives
Whose true essence is wasted and ebbs away.
Alliteration – THE GLASSHOUSE
Magic mountains sit silent with floating wisps about their brow,
Snuggly silently sliding they fit one close to the other.
The mists abound folding molding sinuous shapes,
Rifts and rills of steam stream like evaporative trails
Cascading down a never fading curtain, a grey green screen
Dripping, glistening in dawn’s soft light.
Stoney surfaces sparkling in the shimmering light, then
Birds stretch, squawk and flutter, fluffing feathers and cleaning nests
Until daylight frees them to fly, floating high above the wispy mist.