The building blocks of language… letters. The alphabet is the beginning of recording our thoughts and what we have to say. Take a look at what Mantra did with the alphabet. This is her version of the ABCs.
ABC
Alone you will never be with me here
Because you are the very best friend
Confidante, companion, all ’round good egg.
Deep within your soul is happiness,
Even when you wear a frowning sneer.
From dawn ’til dusk, you shine light,
Grabbing the world to give it a shake.
Heart so big, it keeps safe all held dear,
In the midst of temper-tossed seas.
Joy lights your eyes with firework bursts,
Keeping a twinkle e’en when in a snit.
Laughter is genuine and delightful to hear,
Making me giggle or just shake my head.
Nightfall brings visions of hand-in-hand strolls
On a boardwalk, which has gotten lost.
Perhaps it’s okay, we can’t get there from here.
Quietly nestled, paused in each other’s arms.
Resting together, in wondrous repose.
Sleeping soundly to wake beside you at dawn,
The sunrise chasing out nightmarish fear.
Under a cloudless sky, we stop to smell
Violets and roses, clumped sweetly by our path.
Wet with dew and shimmering with beams,
Xylem supporting such delicate dreams.
You make me laugh and think ’til I’m totally
Zapped, and say… “I love you, truly.”
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Merry Monday from me, M3 and the mischievous Mantra.
writerwendyreid
/ February 27, 2012Nice Red! 🙂
Red
/ February 27, 2012Glad you liked it, Wendy!
Let's CUT the Crap!
/ February 27, 2012What a novel idea. I enjoyed that.
Red
/ February 27, 2012Mischievous. A completely impish one, Mantra.
prenin
/ February 27, 2012Impish or not it is very clever and well written! 🙂
God Bless!
Prenin.
Red
/ February 27, 2012Glad you liked it, Pren. This was one I had no idea where it was going. I did not even notice the alphabet until F.
{HUGZ}
Red.
El Guapo
/ February 27, 2012Well done. Love this style, especially when they work.
You started off the lines in order at first and didn’t even notice?
Red
/ February 27, 2012Yes. This is one of the “cute” things which is so intrinsically NOT me. My poetry has taken a sweeping left turn recently into subjects and rhyme patterns which are not my forte. Until a few months ago, you would have had to pay me really good money to get a half-hearted (pun completely intended) attempt at a love poem. These days, I am scribbling them on everything.
Heaven knows the poem I wrote about the old man in the mirror was completely foreign. I would claim I had been abducted, but I do not even think aliens really explain that one.
Marc Phillippe Babineaum
/ February 27, 2012Great one! I bet the X was the hardest!
Red
/ February 27, 2012Not as hard as you would think. I just had to spell it correctly…I really like a second Y in it.
Raven of Leyla
/ February 28, 2012I like it a very positive feel to it, something we all need. Great job!!!
Red
/ February 28, 2012Thank you, dear Raven! Glad to see you tonight, and to warm your heart! Have a wonderful morning!
Red.
Barb
/ February 28, 2012Xylem? I usually learn a new word or two when I come to visit. Clever piece, though.
Red
/ February 28, 2012Xylem is one I always want to spell with two “y”s. I loved botany! Thank you, Barb!
raymond alexander kukkee
/ February 28, 2012Excellent , Red ! You know your poetic alphabet! I might have used “xylophones ring in delicate dreams”…haha! .~R
Red
/ February 28, 2012Nah. Not big on xylophones. I still have little children. Those are torture devices…
Christy
/ February 28, 2012Oh what positivity! Love the concept and the message of love. Can you bottle the person being described and ship him to me?
Red
/ February 28, 2012I am not sure I have enough Crisco to get him in the bottle 😉
Christy
/ February 28, 2012hehe oh dear 🙂
bear
/ February 29, 2012GRINS!!!!!!