Ah, angry brother-- at last, a realization!
 Bouquets of bitterness will not get you to the end
 Crepuscular beast challenged, jarred to reassess life
 Down on scraped knees, but dismissive, you bow in the dark
 Ever the predator, ready to lunge at succor;
 Flustered, riled. A sunbeam will find a gap to shine through,
 Gyrate you tenderly; in nostalgia engulf you
 Heaven bound, as if in your mother's arms once again
 Inch by inch, slow surrender as you're going higher
 Juices of knowledge seeped in assimilation flow
 Kiltered-- you're in kilter. Make no miscalculations
 Love has righted your skewed lenses and leading you home
 Mists part-- shows the way the deeper you dare to venture
 Never one to steer you wrong, Love's always the right choice
 Opens portal in crevices where none existed
 Prisms arise from places you never saw angled so
 Quips drop-- your being knows the lightness of existing
 Righting the old curve that had been gnawing at your core
 Straight you stand; an inexorable force of goodness
 Tenacious your resolve-- it's etched in your demeanor
 Unhesitating in Nirvana, you are stalwart
 Vibrational alignment to Source energy-- whorl
 Whopping warm tears gallop fast down to your fevered cheeks
 Xenial, you x-ray your space as if a new world
 Year of collective awareness-- don't let it pass by
 Zealed! Ah, old angry brother, you are whole and Zenned now.

***
© 2021 selmamartin.com

I struggled with the prompt today, so I challenged myself to revise an old poem and turn it into a metered abecedarian poetry.

After giving the Alexandrine a considerable amount of attention, I considered a rondel (a variation of a rondeau, I’m told); I abandoned the idea and ended up metering every line with 13 syllables. Precisely.

This exercise practically took me all evening to accomplish. Phew! But it was fun.

Considering presenting this one to my poetry peeps (I’m feeling ready to call them my peeps; hope they don’t find me cheeky) at Colleen’s Word Craft ~ Prose and Poetry, as #syllabicpoetry #prose for #TankaTuesday Challenge 220 #PoetsChoice.

Thanks for coming by to read it, and as always, I wish you miracles.

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Selma Martin

I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.

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