Alone on the Side of the Pond<\/p>\n
At high noon and alone I am still in my case.
\nLooking through the eggshell reflecting my own face.
\nOne that is quite foreign, but much like all the rest.
\nNever did I question, Is living just a test?
\nEvery other mayfly born into this garden<\/p>\n
only has a slim chance or a beggar’s bargain.
\nNever have I ever witnessed it so clever,<\/p>\n
the cycle of nature and the natural order.
\nHere in the Zen garden which has filled in quite nice,
\nEach one standing up straight, aromatic and spiced.<\/p>\n
Six vie for the spotlight, circling the border.
\nIndexed against the fence tiger lilies delight.
\nDouble blooming peony, you are so dear to me.
\nEach head hung like a mop playing a symphony.<\/p>\n
Oh how I love the spring, and all of her trimmings.
\nFortune favors the bold, and to her the winnings.<\/p>\n
The circle of life\/death it repeats every day.
\nHowl if you must, you can’t change it, this is the way
\nEvery ecosystem, every terra world forms.<\/p>\n
Puddle, lake or river the mighty Mayfly lives.
\nOn throughout the eons, he takes what nature gives.
\nNever thinking past now, look to the seeds you sow,
\nDon’t step on planted rows, pay back what you still owe.<\/p>\n
Hour Four, 12pm<\/p>\n
Alone on the Side of the Pond
\n(form Acrostic\/ \/Kiln, Alexandrine series 4 of 24)
\nCharlie the Mayfly.<\/p>\n
v.j.calone<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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