Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Children’s laughter eternal
planting enchantment’s seed
sprout into moments vernal
in resplendent light freed
Nourished by Spring showers
youth sprinkled in joyous deed
bloom as Summer flowers
only to fade as Fall’s weed
Then Winter storms shall harshly howl
Nature draws close as starved wolves growl
We ‘commune’ by bumper stickers
and by thought-ending cliches
Feebly democracy flickers
in such debased a malaise
Ever sillier, who’d thought?
Uninformed we get out of sync
society’s bonds worn fraught
Civil discourse gone down the sink
Now in anomie mired
entertained on apps agile
In fantasy conspired
reality’s grip fragile
But what a way to go
when wishing not to know!
Are we rushing headlong
hearing no birdsong
all unmindful days long
until sounds swan song?
Entitled like baby boomer?
Whining like left waiting dog?
Offended like gypped consumer?
Fawning like corporate cog?
I’d rather live present & cheerfully
than elbowing airily sneerfully!
Winter rages bleak & cold
then merely click ‘unfriend’!
For Spring soon to burgeon bold
just click ‘like’ to impend!
Climate change talk we won’t brook
cannot by hoodwinked eye be seen
It lacks button on Facebook
anywhere in front of our screen!
What’s Fantasy and what’s Reality
long since blurred in Mainstream Media
Drenched in torrents of triviality
by enablers of Acedia
Unbeknownst benighted
watch us grin shortsighted
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-acedia = not caring or not being concerned with one’s position or condition in the world
The moment after crashing
time seemingly stands still
“You are alive!” keeps flashing
in vertiginous thrill
Crashed by distracted blunder
as no one did contrive
Withstood a thrust through thunder
to find oneself alive!
Then rest of day oxygenated
in pain, dazed while exhilarated
(surely impossible!)
if part of the Human Race?
Would seem implausible!
Now what eclipses evil
ever since times primeval:
We’re soiling our only nest
til unhabitable
in shortsighted selfish quest.
Once unfathomable!
Thinning hair ruffled
Slow feet stumbled
Noise shrill while muffled
Same days jumbled
Yarns spun garrulous
Headlights gone dimmed
on roads perilous
Life’s sweet cream skimmed
Been carrying on too long
Ready for the last round: Gong!
when spared caprice?
Blessed why
in perfect peace?
What wondrous bestowment
awake in the moment!
Found restful affinity
in a routine austere
with restrained sanguinity
across every frontier
Am at peace in episodes
when in context coheres
I mitigate overloads
by pulling in low gears
While not lounging in The Holy Trinity
perhaps loitering in its vicinity?
In our earthly lives cruelly bechanced
of unremitting suffering
we chase after stuff & fun romanced
as Reality buffering
How we race & rush
but does it really work
while we grin & gush
like if some clueless jerk?
Still we try detouring in distraction
which remains our major daily action!