My Divine Hippocrene ( Poems)

The Course of My Divine Hippocrene Sadly puzzled all night that my Divine Hippocrene was drying up, I came out and saw the rapturous Sight of a rosy dawn smiling with a ‘Good Morning’ face, and then heard A voice: “I’m your Guardian Angel come To revive your Divine Spring”. The heavenly rill flowed fast posting Poem after poem in ‘Oriental Poetry’ And my ‘Timeline’ of the Facebook On the moods, memories, and heart-aches Sweet of the ‘love-lorn’, the beauty of The starry sky, and the world lighted by The moon and blighted by Nature’s fury. Sick Keats appeared briefly to watch his ‘Blushful Hippocrene’ and Shelley reciting From his Adonais , ‘The One remains, the Many change and pass’; at last the mythical Occidental stream, my Divine Hippocrene, Merged in the Oriental sea at the feet of the Lord of the universe leaving these poems, Twelve of which are about the great ‘Mystery Wrapped in a riddle’, as a humble offering.