The Diary of Pleasantry

'O Diary of pleasantry; thus time

All the organs of memoirs

Are portions of Chronos

I have arrived; and perished by now once read

So still lay the slain idols before my wonder

Why for shall I recite them forthcoming?

And for all things colossal

Soon shall become so solemnly speechless

In the mellowing wood

Is the cerebellum flooded

A heart methinks; ‘Tis a fortuitous journey astray

Overlooked are the continuances of reminiscences

Abandoned; like a royal tribute of artists

Who lives every moment engulfed

By a whispering ode taken as wholly jested

A moment is but a moment; a singular sacred wing

And to avert from the thought of flame

Is to lose the scorch of passion

Momentarily blinded

Charmed at pith

Drifting so remote

Oh; the sights to see with wondrous eyes azure

Oh; the sounds to hear with zealous ears euphoric

Should any sole warmth be let free and liberated

Is to be held captive and be captured illiterate

So here I write to misalign the opposition

To relive clearly and somberly every sonnet

And fulfilling a selective Rhondo of bliss

That fortune on some hollow night austerely spoken

Without above the blessings of the affecting moons;

I shall summon them as old kind friends

Until the fulfilling of my life and ends

------------------------------By _Michael R Pinnell.