As the narrator is my office here,
Hot bold arrivals mine are to declare.
Behold the glories of the modern world!
The populace that ever better lives,
The tamed wild, the unsure but mostly peace:
Once rare gold dreams now succour everywhere.
O for a pen electric, like past bests,
To write bequests of genius and time.
Yet how can sense in still humility
Begin even to dream, to dare, to find
The faintest trace beginning of the rage
To write more words upon already’s page?
Here let us, bowing, kiss submission to
The bracing raced creative calendar.
Here let us not on yesterdays defer,
But to the brazen dawn and prospect hitch
The wonder, love and gamble that seeks Spring.
Forgive, o kind chance audience, the peradventure
Stumbles that a trainee scribe
Makes on the way to verse. Bless hope’s benign
Reception on all this, and let us see
Together whether wordflow glorifies.
Let on it vault the secrets of your mind.
It is not pixels, but imaginings
Together that construct all wonderment.
Where words speak height, then let your vision see
The eagles and thrust flight of majesty.
Now no more introductions, let’s go on.
Let wordflow paint its glory in the air,
And so to a quick story let’s repair.