Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
in seasonal change without doubt or struggle
mutually elated with each others charms
the seasons change glowing in loving snuggle
That’s how it flows in Nature Harmonious
while Human interplay acrimonious
When in their soil flowers’ grace
flows from rooted stillness
while even in crystal vase
tinged by sadness, chillness
Flowers by their roots profound
picked by purloined human longing
fade in days beyond rebound
wither, lost by not belonging
Why are flowers, which we desecrate
brought to those we want to celebrate?
From mere species viewpoint we’ve failed
if we think in terms of right or wrong
while Big D has got it nailed:
It’s just a matter of going on!
The Big D bestows ceaseless strife
singly we just don’t matter
Humans among all planet’s life
bore Big D with their natter
Doesn’t care for how any one of us exists
just as long as planetary life persists
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-Big D = The Divine
When a car drives by
Diminutive Doggie
gives instant chase. Why?
Due to thinking foggy
Feels compelled to chase
she runs off & away
with more grit than grace
looks not much like ballet
While chases with plenty pluck
stirring up dusty buzz
still hasn’t caught a car or truck
And if she ever does:
here we pose a stupendous stumper
would she lick or bite the rear bumper?
Am content
without lament
In ascent
freed from ferment
Like floating butterflies
in balmy winds blown
Embraced in warm sunrise
midst melting rays flown
Ducks handle well trifle
and still take on more
Useless rants they’ll stifle
without feeling sore
For she’s your standard duck
off which water drops repel
by design – not duck’s pluck
so why should not all be well?
She just muffles her ‘victim’ quack
ignores her enabling claque
Places trust in her run-off back
does not expect any plaque
They manage well those birds of a feather
swim, fly unruffled in any weather
On the wildfires in Australia
Parts of continent turning tinder
looks from space like single ember?
How long til residual cinder
what shall be left to remember?
Fear some day out in lonesome space
in their space craft explorer
homeless without an earthly base
will be watching in horror
Then peering out and down forsaken:
Much too late did humans awaken
For mammoth misology
sprightly slighted ecology
chaotic chronology
they offer no apology
Wasted to first search out facts
in world narcissistic
merely declare what attracts
with quips jingoistic!
While objecting to their reporting
is found culturally unsporting.
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-misology = hatred of reasoning; the revulsion or distrust of logical debate, argumentation
-reporting = here: habitually going on too long about one’s own minute, mundane, boorish doings
This morning found a lady bug
floating in my grapefruit juice
In place of a ‘so what?’ mere shrug
were hoping work out a truce:
If I do not place my drink
right below her flight path
she’s promises to rethink
where next takes her juice bath
But where’s the app with the math
that predicts a bug’s flight path?
Earth of such bounty & beauty
we reduced it to mere booty
Don’t we fake most everything
traipsing on the brink of collapse
while fantasy worshiping
subjects us to bizarre relapse?
Out of touch with Life’s essence
we hasten Earth’s senescence
We’re wringing out our own life
while striving to be ‘safe’
in blind, self-entitled strife
neglecting the poor waif
We may find redemption
if we own up and then cease
No-let-slide exemption
fills a turmoiled heart with peace
If life entails morality
how serves us then banality?