i trained a bloodhound in my quest
to find the fount of youth
upon its memory impressed
the habits of a sleuth
round every rock and grass and tree
it spied what others could not see
in search of one most abstract hopeful truth
the training ground was in the park
where children roamed and played
the bloodhound, trained to bay and bark
where innocence displayed
it sniffed the scent of every child
with purity not yet defiled
its diligence always duly repaid
by daily treks its efforts grew
enthusiastically
and by the same i surely knew
the end was soon to be
round pools and lakes and finally
a river leading to the sea
the fount of youth would soon belong to me
at last one day upon the dawn
the time was now at hand
it came to me, my head it fawned
its tail most quickly fanned
the hound had licked my head around
it barked and bayed and i had found
the end was quite unlike what i had planned
(C)2014, Christos Rigakos
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 2:56 AM UTC
i trained a bloodhound in my quest
to find the fount of youth
upon its memory impressed
the habits of a sleuth
round every rock and grass and tree
it spied what others could not see
in search of one most abstract hopeful truth
the training ground was in the park
where children roamed and played
the bloodhound, trained to bay and bark
where innocence displayed
it sniffed the scent of every child
with purity not yet defiled
its diligence always duly repaid
by daily treks its efforts grew
enthusiastically
and by the same i surely knew
the end was soon to be
round pools and lakes and finally
a river leading to the sea
the fount of youth would soon belong to me
at last one day upon the dawn
the time was now at hand
it came to me, my head it fawned
its tail most quickly fanned
the hound had licked my head around
it barked and bayed and i had found
the end was quite unlike what i had planned
(C)2014, Christos Rigakos
Septet Narrative
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