Today, the challenge was to write an abecedarian poem – a poem in which the word choice follows the words/order of the alphabet. I enjoyed this … it came easily.
A Suggestion
Because life is complicated, why not
come into the garden and rest awhile.
Don’t be concerned about the time like
every person obsessed with the next thing.
Forget about your do-to-list, the grass is
green in the garden, the flowers fragrant.
Hell is but a word.
Heaven too.
In the muddle of life,
juggling ten thousand balls,
knowing you can step onto the grass,
listen to the birds singing and not your
mother telling you
not to … is like a miraculous visitation by an
oracle.
Pulse the grass between your toes,
quietly breathe and watch awhile,
relishing the breeze on your cheek.
Savour the scent of the roses,
Tell them how joyful you feel, let the
Universe take your hand, feel the
vibrations radiate beyond your physical form,
wander together beneath the arch and down the
xyst, between the cypress trees,
yelling hurrah!
Zigzagging as you go.
LyndyH 
beautiful!
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