POETRY – RHYME


Vulcan’s Forge:

On the full, in Wesak time,
La Zenudiere, mill under storm.
Skyballs of light, roarless no chime,
Cloud hidden sparks, Gods without form.

Convector heat air, no wind nor rain,
Full trees singing, in symphony of light.
Bright stars sparkling, clear without strain,
Red moon glowing, a surrealistic night.

Vibrant fish jumping, lake water chorus,
Flash ducks charging, gossip tall throng.
A midsummer’s night, in the eye of Taurus,
Picture God’s will, in life’s incessant song.