Divine Plan Heaven's fiery ash My new found isle of Poppies Little big enough For a magic maker A big believer, A winner The earthly paradise of Golden paradigm My heavenly fire of sea scapes The Supernatural benused art We call her a religion A religious art Divinely separated truly for the best She's our heaven A little butterfly A white tale No She's a divine plan Rightly suited.
I seem to like every poem of yours. Their obscure elegance is delightful.
It feels of the long ago. Of course any Divine plan would be. I agree on the elegance and brimming appreciation at work in the words of the beholder.