Lazy River Rondo Poem by Paul Amrod

Lazy river run from the mountains to the sea
Challenged from the gravity of Earth’s motion
Slip into the ocean’s floor and rain once more.
Lazy river flow like a fountain endlessly
Sending up glistening rainbows of colors
Guiding fish to mother’s door and outward again
I feel a somber spirit sailing with the wind
Upward gliding our fancies so magically
We will sound a horn with soaring rays of moonlight
Engendering a hosts of apparitions quite generously
Changing the iridescence to gleam so genuine
We will then pound drums in piercing rays of sunlight
to arouse the sleeping giants so tremendously
evoking their reawakening so auspiciously.
The incomparable desire will nurture you to flight
to the pinnacle of the colossal wonderment at hand.
Therewith the initiation of celestial inspirations
comes as the waters rush through the fingers of Pan.
Lazy river run from the mountains to the sea
Challenged from the gravity of Earth’s motion
Slip into the ocean’s floor and rain once more.
Amidst the torrents of glorious insinuations
brings the formation of castles in the sand.
Beholding the phenomena of pure improvisation
the transfiguring of our perceptions bring notions
of inventiveness conceiving a moment to be.
Meandering the shores as our great river roars
its path forwardly to Neptune’s emotions.
As the mermaid glances over the gushing waves
she imagines a rendition of the melody she adores.
The idealization of her brilliant exuberance
will seduce the nymphs of the brine to brave
the passions of Zeus as Venus they will entrance.
As the tides ebb the waters bringing a calming silence
the streaming effervescence delivers our devotion
imploring patience amongst the bounding main.
Lazy river flow like a fountain endlessly
Sending up glistening rainbows of colors
Guiding fish to mother’s door and outward again
Endowing our existence with the sublime forevermore
Thankfully indulging in states of rapture constantly
Emerging in a spellbinding atmosphere to restore
our resourcefulness acknowledging our luxuriance.
Enduringly aware of the divinity of this mysterious metaphor
we commence the process of enhancing our countenance.