Nimbus by Cleo_Serapis
Kismet cleanses the steps of celestial forces affixed in an undergrowth of uncertainty.
Journeys of jocular interludes of the Great Harvest flourish.
Had that mire found its cornucopia where the sun surfaces primal prosperity?
Had that lotus found its wealth where the river recedes and shade of reeds soothe?
A Phoenix flew to the garden of life, expending its nourishment.
Pharaohs ascend, giving and receiving seasonal bounty.
As one luminary clock calculates cycle's completion nothing gold can stay, for all good things are bound.
Copyright © Lorraine M Kanter 26 Dec 2006
Original Robert Frost snippets (some revised):
to wash the steps; bent in the undergrowth; of the great harvest; Had that flower; the woods are lovely; the shade of trees; A small bird flew; one luminary clock; nothing gold can stay; Some say the world
I would like to nominate this poem because it is has a fresh subject, the inner rhymes and alliteration is done well, and there are many original phrases that are strong and interesting.
Liz
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