Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Since morning’s crisp elation
we walk, head down, in daze
Tangled up in frustration
lost in Life’s dead end maze
Yet another day wasted
in mean meanderings
too lightly smelled & tasted
on wobbly wanderings
Are we too mired in anguish
to grasp our heart’s warm language?
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-mean = here: small-minded; ignoble
In space planets callously align
silently encircle, rotate
Some hearts may beat warmly and benign
while others coldly desolate
While Universe’s dark frozen space
stolidly shows no emotion
compassion may help us humans face
our continuing commotion
It may not lead us anywhere
but provide solace while we’re here
Children’s laughter eternal
planting enchantment’s seed
spout in those 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
our death 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!