Alliteration
All the ancient ancestors
Blinded by broken bonds,
Can’t control course correction.
Don’t decide the Devil’s doings!
Even evil effigy’s eager essence
Fail to fake the folly of future form.
Gone is the great grandeur of a golden grave.
Henceforth hoping for the humus of heaven.
I
Joyfully join and jest with the jokers.
Key and kite.
Longing. Looking for lingering laughs,
Multiplying moments of meaning.
Nothing noticed, never necessary.
Once or only on occasion,
Preceding to produce perforation of purgatory.
Question the qualifications. Quote your Queens.
Ready for the real relief of relaxation,
I rest.
Stillness stifles my suspicious.
Theatrical turning of the tides,
Unifies my ubiquitous unease. Undone.
Volatile variances viewed in vain.
When winter is waning. Where warm weathers wander.
Xenial xystus;
Yielding in the yard, you yearn for yesterday.
Zoo’s of Zen.
I’ve Arrived Again.
© S.C. Steele– 2022
xystus (n.)
open portico
structure, entrance
xenial (adj.)
being nice or friendly to foreign visitors
hospitable, friendly
