Category: short rhyming poem

∴  in the bibliophilic whirlwind
of pages
where dreams and wisdom
adjourn
yearning to imbibe
all from throughout
the ages
until my candle
no longer burns ∴ 

∴ urban sprawl
vibrant hues define
shades mingle
in joyful display
colors blend
a lively fray
golden mornings
greet the new day ∴

∴ to an english speaker these words appear
like riddles wrapped in a cheer
·
what is “hwylus” do you suppose
you wont find answers looking at those toes
·
does this mean a llama on skates
or a penguin juggling plates
·
“greannmhar” might suggest a leprechaun’s wig
or a sneaky potato doing a jig
·
could “furan” be a highland cow’s shout
or a sheep playing bagpipes, no doubt
·
but to truly grasp their merry essence
we’d need a language lesson, no pretense
for in these words, laughter’s the key
no matter the tongue may joy set us free ∴

∴
amidst desolation,
blossoms bloom in isolation,
life’s joyful aberration
∴

∴
scribbles come alive, a drawn creation,
innocence turned into a monstrous sensation
·
paper’s artistry brings forth its might,
a child’s draw births a fearsome sight
∴

∴
ship’s late wake, a witch’s cry,
drowning depths, a silent sigh
·
ocean’s grasp, no escape found,
arrived past time, sorrow’s bound
∴