Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Why flailing in futility
when beckons the other way:
Of living in tranquility
not succumb to racking fray
Why persevere in mimicry
when beckons the other way:
To live in authenticity
not just in escapist play
Why upbraid in ubiquity
when beckons the other way:
Living in equanimity
gathers up Life’s full bouquet
Late summer rain
in moonlit night
Flawless quatrain
kindly polite
Lightly splatters
agony smoothed
Softly patters
restive hearts soothed
Flows off eaves
warm gently mild
Drips off leaves
in shades beguiled
Flawless Summer streaming
muffles all human shrillness
we’re awake whilst dreaming
float in shimmering stillness
Movements oneness
Heavens soundless
Warm Earth boundless
Nature wordless
By nature’s glistening surfeit
our mere mortal senses brimmed
Resting now from clawing circuit
Daybreak birds of searching screeches
as bleak sunlight softly infuses
soaring beyond treetops’ reaches
eager flock, the new day beseeches
Where night & day intersect
her head, arm lightly rest
as nature, humans affect
on his warm, heaving chest
Not for long: Trust human’s stubborn devotion
harmony to squelch in jarring commotion
Upward in the crackling fire
of human commotion:
heated words flare, float in ire
howling in emotion
Prancingly they spew
ephemeral
through wide open flue
hotly feral
Swooping out like larks
from shades mislaid
burning, zinging sparks
cool off, then fade
Those cruel words of agony
stay seared in our memory
as if galloping cavalry
pounded them to emery
Every regret’s ember
dooms us to remember
Is anything found too cloying
these nifty days at all, such
as being outright annoying
or revoltingly too much?
Do they keep grabbing ever more
no longer knowing surfeit?
Is ‘missing out’ what they abhor
fearing that they might forfeit?
So let’s ignore their piercing plaint
following each indulgence
as it’s only through calm restraint
one shall assure abundance
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restraint = here: voluntarily restraint
As fades this day to evening
did we live fully, well
(not just burrowing, cleaving)
At peace when comes day’s knell?
If on day’s gallop we felt thrilled
were our furrow straight, deeply tilled?
Were we too absorbed to allay
to show heart or others’ plight?
Did we take pause in the day’s fray
of our misdeeds feel contrite?
Have we alighted fulfilled
so our heart now can rest stilled?
Out riding, lightly pedaling
shall still thoughts which percolate
From the workday’s din deafening
freed to calmly meditate
Shall grant rolling latitude
from our life’s churning grind
Fellowship with solitude
when gliding unconfined
Cycling tempers motorized indulgence
ushers us in to quiet effulgence
Just keep cavorting, gushing
why should anyone blush?
Over obstacles rushing
evading Death’s near brush
Time is such a rigid knave
flows without adjournment
continuity’s mere slave
knows not of discernment
“Saving time through efficiency
watch me, watch me, always I’m!”
Then wasted in proficiency
by rush to save yet more time
Thence such time by rushing saved
gets squandered & wasted
While the moment rarely craved
barely sensed or tasted …
Tirelessly our hapless Tongue
so recklessly wagging
Keeps hurling havoc far flung
bragging, ragging, snagging!
Our self-righteous racing Mind
contentiously nagging
How unrestrained we’ve opined
in pursuit unflagging!
Let our Hearts be more than pumps non-excitable:
The place where we live ‘tinderly’ ignitable
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‘tinderly’ = interweaving ‘tinder’ with ‘tender’