Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Never thought of as mere trivia
when there’s something that we lament
manners dispatched to oblivia
leaving us unrestrained to vent
That pebble on our path
turns into mighty mountain
precipitates our wrath
spewing from ire’s fountain
Does trying to hide away in what’s trivial
create but fleetingly a mood convivial?
Whining, be it with passion,
plain fails to stir compassion
So try step out from yourself
as the Self a mere illusion:
A cruel mischievous elf
how she traps us in delusion!
Dawn finds me writing hushed verse
flows calmly gushingly
Still should the day turns adverse
it reigns unblushingly
and so each day shall end in afterglow
till I breathe in verse again tomorrow