Mary Lynn

The boulevard of galore

 

 

 

 

 

A milky white child is born under the shadows

Fears the dark on account of its unfamiliar pathos.

Seeks the true in the light of his creation

Whereupon arose his mind on the mount of Sirius.

Carved an empire by his hand of the light

To bring to the world its heart's delight.

The dreams of the gods, in the ballicles of man

The hip serpent, that left the pond for the vain.

The farmer's trust brought with it, faith

The lawyer's will carried it to grace.

When the poet came, all was a carnival parade

Embraced the world, with its special bouquet.

A dish when dressed up, eclipsed the moon

Intelligence with humility, was its boon.

Now the hands of the almighty, stay at rest

For Godivas in galore, have just begun their fest.

Shadows no longer, the paranoi' they seem,

But to bring to the eye, the light of the beam.

 

 

 

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

Portrays a learned and unique vision.
High-level work.

[Marie Harrison]

Original and lovely poem
I appreciate the message
and the devotion

[stars are far]

this was truly great and amazing
i liked this

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A truly antiquated mindset, brings the reader to the completion of creation in this piece, it begs for openess, a great read, well done.