rainaissance

“New beginnings are often disguised
as painful endings.”—Lao Tzu

not oft do i drink rain,
or thunder chew;
else, might i oft complain
of xanadu.
its treasures sting my face
the livelong day,
though fail i to embrace
its consommé.

not oft do i waste tears
on turbid seas,
or tangle with the heirs
of socrates;
else, might i oft disdain
life lessons learnt,
pouring expired champagne
on passions burnt.

not oft do i sharp rocks
pause to embrace,
a vernal equinox
make steeplechase,
to kiss the sun at its
horizon bay,
when all my broken bits
are on display.

not oft do i think rain,
or thunder brew,
‘neath heaven’s vast domain
make rendezvous.
the pleasures of life’s race,
a moment’s splay,
consummate coup de grâce
earth’s last bouquet.

© Copyright 2022 April 24
by Clyve A. Bowen♫