Member Poem

Is there  a dashing deity who shines,
on purpose for bliss amid surreal,
peaks of pure pleasance,
channel for adroit future memory,
desired goals are a bane or bonus,
depending on your vapoured vantage,
authentic rising to enchanted wings.
never known to droop on flight,
yet the cusp of dawn billowed rush hour,
a fetish or fixation to aspire toward,
valleys and vales of dream pursuit,
a chase that’s its own podium,
belated but never wholly blighted by,
palpitating path not confined to outskirt,
to gaze at one’s own footsteps is to exhale,
to be jubilant at an expansive horizon,
one distant pennant a magnetic pose,
postings from upper reach steps stones visual,
yet folks who flock  seek no folly,
but attracted to its allure
from honeyed sentience As experience.
the upshot though not shivery cloud,
sway expecting surge at optimum,
fortune has its connotations skeptic bemused,
a quest for curious questions loses consciousness,
curiosity itself can be a bane never lifted,
show the world at a clammy crossing,
that exhilaration never wanes if sustained,
the oxygen of joy which allows for sad moments,
are the hours we spend being content,
mountains  I must ascend seem a little daunting,
but never surrender to ennui when it appears,
your aptitude for warm latitudes being tested,
though the crucial examination can’t be dodged,
indeed some obstacles whet deep hunger,
they can be an intense examination in the light,
of how much importance you attach to,
golden episodes or golden lifestyles,
design is that epicentre a calibration,
when you awake and how you awake perchance,
a continuous coherent option for those choices,
which should automatically arise after reflection