Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Such light & lovely wheat
not like grumpy rye
While she’s so gushy, sweet
he’s reticent, wry
Shall we know their true faces
within their home’s four walls?
Hurling invectives, vases
then making up in schmaltz?
Us humans but fleetingly decorous
while we’re rarely-failing obstreperous
Body tossed & thoughts churned
in agony, ache
Pleas for ‘peace of mind’ spurned
right until awake
slipping from darkness clutches
‘darling dawn’ embracing
Hobbling as if on crutches
nasty night replacing
whence day spent in flight
from last night’s bleak blight
Meet Life’s Fool
thinks he’s cool
Such jewel
lets us drool
Sillily, grinning
he’s on a tear
“For sure, yeah, winning!”
confident cheer
He saunters, skipping
down the boardwalk:
“Who’s tripping, slipping
talk of cakewalk!”
Then walks on to the pier
thinks “No one hotter
I’m the guy to revere
walking on water!”
In Summer sun’s bright glare
all blindingly clear
embraced by fawning air
“I’m untouched by fear!”
“No way I’m compromising
got it all handled, thanks!”
His eyes fixed on horizon:
so he walks off the planks!
Wild curses from waves below
indignant voice in snort:
“How was I supposed to know?
Who built the pier too short?!”
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?
In early morning still
not the time to lounge
From early morning’s chill
must keep going, scrounge!
No time shall be wasted
get hopping, scurry!
Much needs to be hasted
stir up a flurry!
For ain’t living calmly, serene
but for laziness a smoke screen?
O, humanity’s attraction
albeit just reactive
to ceaseless din of distraction
irresistibly tractive
Discord rarely averted
when our opinions brawl
amidst invective blurted
stretching the endless sprawl
Is rob Paul to pay Peter
merely ‘sound’ greed, no gall
thus no one is a cheater
for just wanting it all?
Merely business as usual
robbing Peter to pay Paul
only bottom line is crucial
so let’s try to rob them all!
Wrapped in impatience itchy shawl
splashing through Life’s icy squalls
letting mundane pursuits enthrall
gliding in fallacious valse
Turmoil churns nocturnally
contorted internally:
Flooded by angst at night
Clock on night table stands still
No way out, left or right!
While under thick blanket chill
After toss & turn til dawn
face the day, get a grip!
Though eyes blurred, facial hue wan
must try to right the ship
Rising in to the day’s noise
we must try to gather poise
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
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