Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
found these days ubiquitous
en platt ‘pedagogi’
or outright iniquitous
In the tongue of my mother
would be ‘känsloikon’
who in my youth came rather
across as ‘känslokall’
While little she related typed from keyboard
mest uttryckt muntligt från eget ‘ordförråd’
edited 05/29/24 0735
At early dawn released, relieved
from limp grip of shallow sleep
coming to on planet aggrieved
facing day’s challenges steep
Not invigorated
mind, conscience shaky
hope debilitated
legs & joints achy
These days sleep since too long adulterated
each morning feeling more attenuated
Grubblar nu på avsked
fastän jag saknar insikt
å vet ej alls besked
så fråga ej min åsikt
Men oberedd lämna
innan ett till bett
utav för att nämna
morgonfärsk baguette
Eller omfamnad av soluppgång
till fåglars ljuvliga sommarsång
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avsked = här: från jordelivet
Careless years blown dissipated
lived ignorant of too much
Dull days closed down desolated
leaned too hard on booze’s crutch
I kept on churning on shallow laps
around & around & again
’til sounded inexorably taps:
Plainly mundane, nothing arcane!
For true happiness I’d sung in vain
ignorant of another refrain
While those demure lips we’d gladly kissed
but as know-it-alls unwilling
to delve into that we may have missed:
Perhaps a life more fulfilling?
It’s reality, not fiction
that voluntary restraint
(while at glance a contradiction)
frees us from feeling constraint
While we’re still keeping up our perseverance
of floundering in rushing incoherence
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-restraint = ‘a cookie abstained from may taste better than one indulged’