around the table we go,
each declaiming modestly,
the blessings we are duty bound
to acknowledge
my list swift
in possession of all my senses,
some say, even my faculties,
but hours later,
when the glaze of gourmandy fades,
struck, remiss,
my failure to extend a kiss
*to my muse, who, deft orchestrates,
the combining of the five
into something greater,
a symphony of visionary words jive
that come to life,
more than I ere believed possible*
that thru the poem,
I could give joy to others...
for this blessing simple,
rejoice, rejoice, rejoice
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
around the table we go,
each declaiming modestly,
the blessings we are duty bound
to acknowledge
my list swift
in possession of all my senses,
some say, even my faculties,
but hours later,
when the glaze of gourmandy fades,
struck, remiss,
my failure to extend a kiss
*to my muse, who, deft orchestrates,
the combining of the five
into something greater,
a symphony of visionary words jive
that come to life,
more than I ere believed possible*
that thru the poem,
I could give joy to others...
for this blessing simple,
rejoice, rejoice, rejoice
