Ah! The Essence of More

glory in hand

Ah! The Essence of More

On wings of silver and tiptoed eyes

i watch the breeze as it passes by

the day lays waste on a simple afternoon

a snooze or two lives in my roommates muse

i feel delivered like a rare gene in a DNA strand

a mutation of glory within my hand

as i triumph in a silence bred on bones of lore

i shall always remember the essence of this more!

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Jacob! Of the three I think this is the best one.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

like the surreal quality of this poem...what is, but what is more than what is...

i really like the line about the rare gene...

having that book in hand...reading away an afternoon.

excellent write, Al.
j.