To our neighbor on a birthday:
Our Yana is still (sort of) young
with mind crisp, of civilized tongue
What looks, heart, style & dare!
all exuded with such flair!
In her presence we’re left unsung
A flower flows ever so gently with the wind
Flower’s stalk bows bent
face down, pose dejected
but does she lament
her being rejected?
While I admired her entranced
who else might have noticed
spared but the briefest of glance
or feeling remotest?
Why would a single real life flower need to be seen
when several thousands can be pulled up on your screen?
Life vicarious
To bourgeois way he lives contrarious
prefers his days with crowd gregarious
Blåsut found fine just ain’t Campania
and nowhere a place like Scania
Let’s his old man live life vicarious
Teasingly she keeps us guessing
No deep love affair
or flimsy fling
shall ever compare
with that of Spring
A long awaited blessing
Spring said he’d come today
teasingly keeps us guessing
in chilly rain delay
But so what if she’s arrives late
elated, willingly we’ll wait
Intrepid trees now ungowned
Flashing sun rays dash around
lightening Fall in dance
Intrepid trees now ungowned
below sky’s swept expanse
Brittle leaves, yellow, cerise
swirling, sailing, glowing
in boisterous chilly breeze
mischievously blowing
In windfall farewell leaves worn
bare branches stretching forlorn
Why bring flowers we desecrate to those we celebrate
When in their soil flowers’ grace
flows from rooted stillness
while even in crystal vase
tinged by sadness, chillness
Flowers by their roots profound
picked by purloined human longing
fade in days beyond rebound
wither, lost by not belonging
Why are flowers, which we desecrate
brought to those we want to celebrate?
Still bumbling benighted
Prior to restored eyesight
was bumbling benighted
had felt anxious & contrite
with outlook unsighted
I just couldn’t envision
the light beyond cataract
before the incision
had seemed remotely abstract
Since as if by Kliegs enhanced my eyesight
would that next my soul shall fill with insight!
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Klieg = an intense carbon arc light especially used in film making
Erstwhile hushed times of lingering chimes
While in erstwhile hushed times
we were allowed to slow down
sounds of lingering chimes
listened to with smile, not frown
Those were the days of reflection
by humans of circumspection
Find a woman hard for you to match!
A father’s advice to his son of marrying age
Whether a ‘lounging’ heiress
find one with spiritual depth
or an ‘on feet’ hairdresser
Insist on sweet soul, mind of breadth
(Not, if newly, a divorcee
or a just released parolee)
One shapely with good looks:
A compelling muse
one who adeptly cooks
doesn’t watch tv news
A woman hard for you to match
and one not too easy to catch
%) Striving to live now in The Mystery, not in Future or in History
As loosen my Life’s moorings
I watch flowers unceasingly
awake in early mornings
my awe deepens increasingly
Long since I sailed close to capsize
on choppy seas of rancor
Now til blurry shores of demise
not long til weighing anchor
Until comes such time, veiled in mystery
striving to live now, not in history