LOGOPHILE'S DELIGHT
A parsimonious use of words
By quiet sea-birds, Taci Terns,
Creates a sundry mix of chords
While the foudroyant ocean churns.
Like whispers, these vicissitudes
Waxing and waning in the breeze
Are avatars of changing moods
And icons of the anxious seas
If I, by xenoglossy, could
Decode the mantras of the deep
I'd join the eldritch brotherhood
And shed this angst of earthly sleep
The great leviathans below
Would usher me to yonder shore
Group Poem Exercise IV
LOGOPHILE'S DELIGHT
A parsimonious use of words
By quiet sea-birds, Taci Terns,
Creates a sundry mix of chords
While the foudroyant ocean churns.
Like whispers, these vicissitudes
Waxing and waning in the breeze
Are avatars of changing moods
And icons of the anxious seas
If I, by xenoglossy, could
Decode the mantras of the deep
I'd join the eldritch brotherhood
And shed this angst of earthly sleep
The great leviathans below
Would usher me to yonder shore
And like a pilgrim I would go
A parsimonious use of words
By quiet sea-birds, Taci Terns,
Creates a sundry mix of chords
While the foudroyant ocean churns.
Like whispers, these vicissitudes
Waxing and waning in the breeze
Are avatars of changing moods
And icons of the anxious seas
If I, by xenoglossy, could
Decode the mantras of the deep
I'd join the eldritch brotherhood
And shed this angst of earthly sleep
The great leviathans below
Would usher me to yonder shore
And like a pilgrim I would go
LOGOPHILE'S DELIGHT
A parsimonious use of words
By quiet sea-birds, Taci Terns,
Creates a sundry mix of chords
While the foudroyant ocean churns.
Like whispers, these vicissitudes
Waxing and waning in the breeze
Are avatars of changing moods
And icons of the anxious seas
If I, by xenoglossy, could
Decode the mantras of the deep
I'd join the eldritch brotherhood
And shed this angst of earthly sleep
The great leviathans below
Would usher me to yonder shore
And like a pilgrim I would go
To plight my troth at Neptune's door
(Toodle-oo for now)
A parsimonious use of words
By quiet sea-birds, Taci Terns,
Creates a sundry mix of chords
While the foudroyant ocean churns.
Like whispers, these vicissitudes
Waxing and waning in the breeze
Are avatars of changing moods
And icons of the anxious seas
If I, by xenoglossy, could
Decode the mantras of the deep
I'd join the eldritch brotherhood
And shed this angst of earthly sleep
The great leviathans below
Would usher me to yonder shore
And like a pilgrim I would go
To plight my troth at Neptune's door
(Toodle-oo for now)
Ars longa, vita brevis
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