Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Acrostic for Molly



Mistress of a mapless realm,
ontogeny can overwhelm;
let laughter, love, and history
lead through mystery to mystery
you never solve nor hope to solve.

See this tattered world revolving
tilted in its liquid skies,
oceans blue as infant’s eyes,
ranging through the boundless dark
miraculous, the one true ark.

All philosophy is vain:
hold your counsel with the rain,
ephemeral and absolute,
and know that Eden’s choicest fruit
revealed a budding human garden;
nothing else escaped unpardoned.

4 comments:

Absolute Vanilla... (& Atyllah) said...

Speechless. Again.
;-)

Minx said...

I hope Molly knows how poignant her verse is - simply, simply, lovely.

Cailleach said...

See, that's why I love dropping in Wordcarver, it's the way you do it, so sinuous and so... damn right!

Adam S said...

gotcha
you edlyti!!!