A little reflection on the craft today, using yesterday's riddle poem prompt.
Sun and moon and stars. All
the world in the flick of a wrist,
the tense ticking of thought.
Alchemical gaze of attention.
Golden bird in the hand: gilded,
gift, glee; genie of light.
A means and an end. Questions more
than answers. Honeycombs of zen.
Infinite eloquent ever-afters.
Elixir of immortality - if fame insists.
A puzzle, a wonderment, a Pandora's box
of tune and chime and happily, rhyme.