My Quantum Quill Poem by Dela Bobobee

Once a groping pilgrim along this brink
I trudged into the futility of the sublime
to scour deep mazes for a missing link
in genuine abjure of my nascent prime
in a fervent quest for that kiss so illusive
for a tongue of the mythic Blarney stone
but alas found no such knack persuasive
in a critique devoid of such abrasive tone

lost in the hazy mazes of our societal ills
tearfully I laid at the foot of the blue brook
tasted flavours in cruel dregs of bitter pills
where a Muse etched in a quantum book
mankind’s lowest trough and highest crest
then I woke up in the grasp of a new niche
in form of subtle quill adorned with interest
and privy to hushed scientific cryptic cache

Oh! Let my quill sketch new tassel verses
so apt to dissuade all the dissident nations
scrawl peaceful paths to douse evil curses
for a strong voice to change all bad notions
to stop all the fighting, killing and terrorism
and embrace love one another in true unity
for true valor is not in might but in altruism
if so I dredge a calm mooring for humanity

Oh! Erudite quill, etch new ethos to strive
on our conscience to fill our hollow hearts
cleanse this earth for our wildlife to thrive
jettison greed and let us all play our parts
for posterity in cruel ecological relegations
bequeathed with this violent age of anxiety
develop where we underdeveloped nations
avert overlap poorer immigrants with piety

Written by
Dela Bobobee©