Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
“Hey, just some quick research on the Net, and I’ll hold my own against any expert in any field! Advanced degrees & years of practice is just for the slow learner!”
Many a Net acolyte
goes from sheer neophyte
to solidly erudite
by mere keyboard tap light!
Thus she or he presumes
by unique prerogative
to learn from iffy fumes!
Ain’t that too rebarbative?
Not just naively superficial
but to sound outcome prejudicial!
Tar du för givet att ha fri vilja?
Så kanske också kor å persilja?
Livstigen oförutsebar
så Mänska håll dej beredd!
Fast av oss oöverblickbar
kanske av Ödet vägledd?
Mens Förutbestämmelsen skylld parodiskt
blir Viljan romantisk hyllad melodiskt
Claiming to be percipient
while jumping to conclusion
on what’s merely incipient
shall at best stir confusion
If you think you understand
try hold off til explained
Spouting answers beforehand
shall appear featherbrained
Dismissive impatience
hangs out with complacence
Seems I just glanced at her, sadly
should’ve looked her in the eyes, madly
While by Summer enchanted
she was gone by morrow
had taken her for granted
neglect turns deep sorrow
the more my life’s focus scatters
the more its flies by in tatters
Collapsing cultures
bring wordy vultures:
Slipshod sentences keep churning
words wobbly, promptly crash land
leaving us puzzled and yearning
to connect and understand
Language perishes by drought
meaning lost, while we lose clout
When munching on bread:
Flowing field windswept
the rustling grain
soggily it wept
in bursting rain
When sipping coffee:
In heat shimmering
ripe the red beans
glowing glimmering
on hillside greens
When walking on a wood floor:
Stately tall the trees
branches sweeping the sky
swaying in brisk breeze
reaching where eagles fly
While when looking in the mirror:
My old face has since long been cast
recalls not the youth of its past
At night as become the rite
we blessedly tether
Then before the dawn’s scant light
we wake up together
We shall find comes daybreak
that the harsh world is still there
but jointly to partake
shall be easier to bear
We’re feeling supported thus bolder
when completed by each other
Watching over the other’s shoulder
glad to be here, nowhere rather
While one of us one day
may shiver alone
we shall suffer what may
But not bitter cold:
for by The Past’s glowing embers
warmed, as he or she remembers
Få känna sej vemodig
bete sej saktmodigt
leva livet tålmodig
syns kanske urmodigt?
Passar det ej längre
när tiden känns knapp?
Livet syns allt trängre
bäst ladda ny app!
Numer stursk å högmodig
likgiltig, missmodig
Kanske innerst svårmodig
fast utåt frimodig?
Ej längre någon dans på logen
snarare går det helt åt skogen
Är ej tveklöshet
barnsligt högmod
mens tvehågsenhet
vuxet jämnmod?
Men visst lockande att ringakta
eftertanke, logik å fakta?
Thinking ourselves mettlesome
while merely meddlesome?
Polite hopefully to some
to others nettlesome?
Would seem self-awareness
these days turned rareness
as must include fairness
& risk-filled bareness?
Perhaps we don’t have the druthers
to see ourselves like do others?