FAILURE
Fortune gathers those who know,
All the seasons take their turn,
Instant while the moments glow,
Logic binds the rapturous burn,
Urgent weather aches to go,
Rising fractal through the fern,
Eager toward its final show.
Favor garlands those who win,
Always brings the nascent bloom.
Ill-equipped the fools begin,
Laughing in the face of gloom,
Unction cannot cure their sin,
Reverie within the tomb,
Ether makes them small and thin.
Fame ignites for those who stay,
Answers play their hide and seek,
Islands rise to greet the day.
Languid kings in riddles speak,
Urchins left in love's cliche;
Raucous, raging, hollow, weak.
Even failures find their way.
D. Edgar Lamp
http://www.thedailypoem.org #15
Acrostic
Sunday, November 7, 2010
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