Arcadian rhythms lull me to slumber,
Breath of pure nature, white clouds remember,
Carrying my burden with opulent cushion,
Deliverance of latent fear, caution's illusion.
Ever let forth my good spirits, flow free,
Fearless in stride with geography.
Grateful foundation of fauna and flora,
Heaven's own creatures, taxonomic order.
Incredible remembrance, ancestors long past,
Jealous of nought, with a future to last.
Kinship of broad zoological bounty
Leads me to bless my good fortune a plenty.
Meandering, am I, through all of creation,
Never a drift into dissimulation.
Over and over I'll wander and ramble,
Precious are hedgerow, meadow and bramble.
Quiescent calming by field and by forest,
Ravishing woodlands, countryside honest.
Serenity's salve of sea, surf and sand dune,
Tracing a path around coastal contortion.
Under apple and pear trees I gather below,
Voracious appetite is mine to bestow.
Whether hillside or forest to wander, I know,
Xanthic hue pasture, of summer meadow.
Yearning to bide in serenity's garden,
Zephyr blow breezy, my worries you pardon.
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Raymond G. Taylor
Author based in Kent, England. A writer of fictional short stories in a wide range of genres, he has been a non-fiction writer since the 1980s. Non-fiction subjects include art, history, technology, business, law, and the human condition.
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Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
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Funny that I live in a town named "Arcadia."
It was truly beautiful and well done on the x, y, and z lines.
Your imageries were so vivid and evocative! Your Abecedarian was stunningly beautiful! Loved it so much!
Nicely done 🥳
The rhythm and rhyme make this poem glide off the tongue. I read it aloud to really appreciate the music. Truly a delightful poem!
Nicely formed abecedarian Raymond! ☺️👏
Really awe some entry for this! Great imagery!
Stunning. This might be my favorite. That meter is sublimity itself! “Jealous of nought, with a future to last. Kinship of broad zoological bounty Leads me to bless my good fortune a plenty. Meandering, am I, through all of creation, Never a drift into dissimulation.” Gorgeous!
This is so beautiful and has such a calming rhythm to it. Your choice of language is gorgeous and moves the poem along so naturally.
I've done 3, and not got the knack of making the buggers rhyme! This is skill 👌