Fades away the day meekly
sun rays reflect but bleakly
Amidst cold streaking clouds
on Fall-flattened curve
in sky’s metallic shrouds
sets sun with reserve
Its rays turn opaque
sun sinks to rest
Leaving a chilled wake
in West Southwest
Online joy fades dysphoric
Set upon by darkening squall
in deep, murky waters we trawl
Keyboards clatteringly tapped
without effort or strain
Human memory lapped, gapped
does save time, while lulls brain
By smart devices electronic
bodies slumping catatonic
Instant searches counter-mnemonic
in tasks often histrionic:
Netting but victories Pyrrhic
as online joy fades dysphoric
Clashes forestalled in daring dance enthralled
Soaked in Autumn’s chilled squalls
from communing skies
trees sway in windy brawls
Pendulous allies …
… wholeheartedly plunging
Daring dance enthralled:
branches wildly lunging
though clashes forestalled
Howling gusts stir up leaves on ground
Dark clouds tear through branches ungowned
Leaves piling on Autumn rides beguiling
Past thinning trees ablaze
on roads wetly glaced
In sunlit lukewarm haze
hills pumpingly paced
Slim tires splashing
through leaves stockpiling
Cyclists dashing
on rides beguiling
Linger the last Autumn days
lustrous, crisply tender
Under Winter’s furtive gaze
fades Fall’s cerise splendor
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pumpingly = as in pedaling hard, i.e. ‘pumping’ the pedals
Flyacious flight in Fall
They used to all together
peskily be swarming
flew in all sorts of weather
as well farm ‘barn storming’
Now one buzzes alone
feebly, risking stall
by cold, shifting winds blown:
The Last Fly of Fall
Flight pattern erratic
dropped altitude
traumatic, near static
down on attitude
Hark jarring vibration!
Horror! Airspeed drops!
Fatal vacillation!
Tail spin, then fly flops!
It has crashed, feet in air:
its worn wings wrinkled
lit emergency flare
shows fly parts sprinkled
A fly whom the Gods love dives young
still vivacious, hellacious!
Those who fly too long live unsung:
turn loquacious, vexatious!
‘Rhymatic’ fever
Have gotten too immersed
in stanza & verse
as if being coerced
Outright prose averse
Struck by rhymatic fever
meant my social death knell
Life under lifted cleaver
casts lonely outcast’s spell
Keeps fumbling the prosody
until turns tragicomedy
which fades in aprosody
until picks up in psalmody
The mere sometimes lapse or slip
or am I losing my grip?
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-aprosody = (speech pathology) lack of variations in speech, such as speed, tone, and emphasis
-prosody = the study of meter and the art of versification
-psalmody = the act of singing psalms or hymns
-‘rhymatic’ fever = (license) condition that compels to express us in verse of rhyme
Sorting paper clips by color
Who might you be to berate?
Hold your holy holler!
My sorting aim simple, straight:
paper clips by color
To you perhaps a clip mere wire
cavalierly curved metal
its ingeniousness won’t inspire
or found lacking its mettle?
While to me colored paper clips
strew paths like do rose petals
May distract like succulent lips
Prove gallantry like medals
But then I, like the clips, I consent
am as well of a peculiar bent
Mind scatters downwind?
My tepid thoughts shiver
quintessentially
Its conclusions quiver
inferentially
Then like light squall
sweeping gust
in fleeting thrall
comes distrust
Gathering breeze
brings a chill
more ill at ease
than ill will
Is my mind chagrined
by happenstance
scattering downwind
by circumstance?
Or just dueling with dementia
while distracted by dyslexia?
Such is the life of the drunken sailor
Once young, when in Djibouti
Life Herself in the guise
of an enchanting beauty
gave him her deep well eyes
But she feigned not giving a hootie
when while blushing he praised her wrap
She pretended coy, cool & snooty
flustered, he could only tip his cap
Callow, thought he’d been rejected
so he told himself: retreat!
To a dive bar he defected
to nurse his awkward defeat
Under blistering sun in zenith
back later aboard his freighter
with in his sweltering bunk beneath
hangover on the equator
Once again hoists anchor his ship
such is life of the drunken sailor:
Off on another lonely trip
he sails away as his own jailer
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-Djibouti = a port on the southern entrance to the Red Sea
-freighter = cargo ship
Sunset in Fall
Fades away the day meekly
sun rays reflect but bleakly.
On Fall flattened curve
in sky’s metallic shrouds
sets sun with reserve
below cold streaking clouds.
Its rays turn opaque
sun sinks to rest.
Leaving a chilled wake
to West Southwest.