Eight-line Poems

Alphabet Minuet

Alphabet Minuet

Mind over matter, I’ve heard it said,
Never will happen until we are dead,
Over the ages we seek magic power,
Proposing to build a new Babel tower,
Quick and predicted our subsequent fall,
Rapid and ruinous, down will come all,
Such are the wages of rampant ambition,
The dreams of us mortals in final collision.


Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 12.31.23
Prompt: Write a poem with lines that begin with consecutive letters in the alphabet.