Aurora Now Evanescent
by Amy Jean
The rubbish I see, heft burden on me!
As I silhouette, I execute a cosmic pirouette
viewing many who lack etiquette:
A drop cloth, larceny, cascading to glitter
Now luscious opulence surrounds?
Ethereal serendipity lost
Aurora now evanescent.
As all collect cents,
while losing sense and scent
Serenity gone
The garbageman I perceive
hauled away trash from my dreams
removing many scenes that made me scream
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A plethora of precious moments minus eerie views between
A zig-zag stitch, a seam
To fix me, it would seem
Ineffable love, mends, begets
Flummoxed, I waver
Myopic vision vanishes
No noxious flimflam nor brouhaha stymies my zeal
Sturdy like a sequoia, euphoria shrouds me
Wanderlust quenched
Ready to pass
Past dusk to an iridescent twilight
The succulent saccharine of vellichor
Having Been Read
Quintessential peace surrounds me
And now, I rest
Vellichor – n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time.
Job 14, NIV
Its roots may grow old in the ground
and its stump die in the soil,
9 yet at the scent of water it will bud
and put forth shoots like a plant.
10 But a man dies and is laid low;
he breathes his last and is no more.
Isaiah 25, NIV
On this mountain the Lord Almighty will prepare
a feast of rich food for all peoples,
a banquet of aged wine—
the best of meats and the finest of wines.
7 On this mountain he will destroy
the shroud that enfolds all peoples,
the sheet that covers all nations;
8 he will swallow up death forever.
The Sovereign Lord will wipe away the tears
from all faces;
he will remove his people’s disgrace
from all the earth.
The Lord has spoken.
Open book Photo by Carolyn V on Unsplash, Used bookstore photo by michal parzuchowski on unsplash.