Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
With each & every breath
we are descending
the very stairs to death
for me impending
My erstwhile sensory clarity
in old age has begun shading
still beckons brightly integrity
while my mind & body fading
While integrity, that ever upright bouquet,
an aspiration that shall never wilt away
My toiling life for years
just kept on grinding
Now soon out on my ears
time for unwinding
Lowering unseeing eyes
down from the horizon
earnestly trying apprise
I found much surprise in:
How poorly I have paid attention
how feeble, faulty my retention
Here kids: The planet Earth
long time now since was replete
Circles, rotates in dearth
with you while fully deplete
Wondering if ours were plain theft
draining the planet hollow?
No, no, no need to feel bereft!
Just carry on! Go wallow!
Simply the generational dance
Earth ain’t wholly overheated
Have faith in ‘techno fixes’ perchance
who says you are being cheated?
Kids, keep up the winning same
piling profits by extraction
Self indulgence brings no shame
just tune out, hide in distraction!
‘Insight’ bolts out from under a bush
like a hare, catching it too hard!
Unfazed it jumps, twists in frantic rush
baffling the long suffering ‘bard’
Couldn’t write it down, lost in a flash
what if it had been ‘profound’?
Might it beyond fevered dreams rash
have impacted with resound?
But then how likely a deep loss to Humankind
something springing from a mere versifier’s mind?
What’s with all that piling schmear
such sad state of affairs?
Are we now suspended here
wonder in whose crosshairs?
In this precarious mess
seems we’re doomed you & I?
We shall furthermore digress
when realizing why:
‘Free will’ amongst cruel jokes
a most dire delusion
victims of the programmed hoax
of earthly confusion!
Life’s narrowing path now turns steeper
our strides shorter on feet colder
Glimpsing the shadow of The Reaper
we turn, in vain, the cold shoulder
Our breath wheezing & shallow
gotten deaf to light sounds
Ages since we were callow
though still may act like clowns
While as our ego-driven selves fade
we’re freed up from the urge to persuade
Am writing here yet another verse
of life languished in delusion
In pretense putrid, pallid & terse
persevered in cold collusion
Make no waves, to go & get along
in narrow self absorbed living
Life squandered for a trinket or song
while pretending no misgiving
Earth’s habitat, turned inside out purse
our children’s lives cannot get worse
Planet becomes Humanity’s hearse
they’ll perish in wailing & curse
rse
they’ll perish in wailing & curse.
Your demands way gratuitous
so won’t change our behavior!
So ain’t it just fortuitous
Hi-Tech shall be our Savior!
Our likes are inviolable
so let change happen ‘out there’!
Our habits not abdicable
thus change cannot happen ‘here’!
We don’t care if action may redeem humanity
distracted we’ve lost traction mired in inanity
Why let days blur by in caprice
like, glimpsed through train windows, power poles?
There’s only in the moment peace
for our harried hearts & arid souls
Whether dawns again the morrow
or fades yet another day
lets relish joy amidst sorrow
Or tell me another way?
I’d maintain living in The Moment
is Humanity’s best bestowment …
When young he hid out in the shadows of life
only in shallowest waters he’d wade
Reluctant to engage Life’s beauty & strife
rarely testing whether would make the grade
Pedaled quietly head down
flaunted Life’s ‘how & why’
with a ‘look am busy!’ frown
hoping just to glide by …
His Earthly Welcome now overstayed
turned old, cold, bowed, slowed, frayed & staid
His entrails twisted by ‘regret’s blade’
The ‘grave digger’ fingers his spade
A geezer mildly fearful of Hades
long time now since in his modest heydays