Twittering symphony
Melodious tweets, and trills
Feathered friends sing joyously
Greetings shine, musical jewels
Lovingly strewn glittering notes
Shower cool cloudy afternoon
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Month: November 2015
Arcade
Her head a raucous arcade
Thoughts pinball chaotically
Careen into past danger zones
Fall to pointless oblivioun
Roll fuitlessly
Flippers waving furiously
Through dead yet frantically buzzing
Doldrums of the present
Soar, lights flashing ecstatically
To hopeful future heights
Terrifying precipice
Rubbers thump relentlessly
Balls roll, ping-ping-ping
Temples pound thunderously
Volley into Reverie
Prone in the concrete courtyard
Focused on nature’s absorption
Each molecule of sunlight
Every breath of non-recirculated air
Intent, however ineffectively
On blocking out the incessant
Murmuring cadence of voices
Poking cattle-prods against her.
Her name, raised in summons
Emanates from row’s end
(Orange clad cheese-puffs half-baked)
Pierces efforts at peaceful reverie.
Request, from quarter least familiar
Lobbed nonchalantly
Masquerading normative
“Will you be my jail mom?”
Nonplussed, though now accustomed to
Smoke bombs, hand grenades & flying shrapnel
She fields the serve, volleys back
Ascertains duties, job description
Position defined vaguely,
Supplicant desirous of a listening ear
(Check, decades’ experience)
Response to mom appellation
(Check, second nature, near automatic)
Detecting no land mines, booby traps
Unceremoniously, she acquiesces
Muses, half-heartedly
When the Queen of Hearts
Will declare, imperiously
“Off with her head!”
Cutting Floor
Many months along on this journey
Track switched derailment
Bizarre interminable life detour
Her role remains elusive.
Selected scenes
Audaciously authored
She writes her own script
Declares herself Switzerland
(Impoverished, chocolate and Alps-free version)
Neutral on block wars
Alpha through Omega.
Other scenes, starring
Herself as stringed-puppet
Jerked, directionless
Paraded, manacled, upon spotlit stage
Defensless, awaiting
Hail of heckling
Hurled rotten tomatoes
Eyes clamped tightly
She clicks ruby-red slippers
Devasted, opens eyes
Joyous homecoming
Lies rejected on cutting room floor.
Bruises
Gentleness of her soul
Bruises
Ripe sweet peach
Battered on contact
With harsh environs
Rocky inhabitants
Continuous bump and crash
Sunny yellow-pinks and orange
Fade to dull mushy browning
She ponders the conundrum
How to remove the bruise
Threatening turn to rot
Hawk
Hawk swoops into view
Enlivens baby-blue sky
Grace on a wing
Sun burnished back
Hints red heaven
Banks
Soars
Blizzard Bounty
Wind-driven snow
Obliterates
Horizon, foothills
Surrounding world
Beyond near distant treeline.
Deciduous skeletons
Emaciated arms outstretched
Model freshly donned
Haute-couture snow-sleeves
Evergreens, short and squat
Droop, limbs down-weighted
Burdened with blizzard’s
Beautiful bounty.
