Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Did we hear she moved to Greenland
but ain’t that too far away & cold?
No, it was rather to ‘screenland’
gone ‘baaaa’, while foraging in the fold
She’s living there since years ago
thought first was just commuting
but each time returned more aglow
thus found ourselves confuted
Easy to tell when lost on Greenland
while unaware how lost in ‘screenland’
He’s dreaming of her green eyes
the ways she’s lovable
in sobriety’s kind highs:
Alluring, huggable
She’s the vivacious bouquet
that bounces his heart’s ballet
jams speedometer needle
in floored intensity
unaware of own wheedle
To-do list incompressible
flashes iridescently
in manner irrepressible
complies acquiescently
Locked-on she performs
brainstormingly
stirring up dust storms
barnstormingly
Her comportment audacious
at peak pursuit tenacious
You’re loving effulgence
in Life’s wondrous dance
abounding indulgence
of sweet happenstance
You’re my life’s five star menu
served up in senescence
For me wobbly the venue
outside your dear presence
From our youthful romance
until, soon, our last glance
Imagine my surprise finding Joyce just standing there without doing anything:
An eerily uncommon sight
a state ghostly, ignoble
like forgetting lines in stage fright
Joyce found herself immobile:
Once flustered face paling ashen
of all direction confused
never before been her fashion
to let seconds pass unused
Aptly portrays the frozen mime
of biblical ‘Ruth-to-salt’:
“Oh my G-d, this can’t be but I’m
turned to pillar by default!”
Most bitter pill to swallow
a solid day turned hollow …
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-Joyce = my wife
-Ruth = Lot’s wife who turned a pillar of salt (Genesis 19:26)
Her doctor advised her to stay off dairy. She stayed off cheese and milk but as she loves butter she expeditiously declared butter a ‘non-dairy’ product:
Her ‘bright new world’ discounts science
as too stodgy a reliance
With single-mindedness utter
she declares it non-dairy
and goes on indulging butter
Handy to let facts vary!
Thanks, Non-Dairy Cow
all much butter now!
There! The thud on the porch
paper is brought in by Rose!
It lights her morning’s torch
settling in reading repose
The pose of her nose close
leaning in perfect adjure
reading in morning’s throes
absent acclaim or abjure
Every page she’s scouring
all news vacuumin’
All newsprint devouring
unmatched acumen
As long as it is all prose
it grabs the affection
of our ’suction cup nose’ Rose
Except the sports section
Radiating heater glowing
nearly grilling Joyce’s butt
Internet fun & jolts flowing
lifts her out of morning rut
She’s cozying up in her ‘cave’
Reads emails of rants & raves
Her clients’ situations grave
and she be the one who saves
But not for long in tether
so to stay strong & trim
she’s braving ‘Arctic’ weather
heading soon for the gym
When my spouse was enthusiastically on a raw food diet:
Dicing
mixing
fixing
whisking!
After peeling
with feeling
not done chopping
til dropping
Yes! resoundingly to: drying
No! abhorrently to: frying
Raised overhead her clenched paw
when serves another meal
Joyce to the world: “All go raw!”
She’s got you a raw deal!
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-go raw = here: a raw, i.e. uncooked diet
On winged feet our ‘indoor racer’
with wild hair flowing, flying
trajects like gun fireworks tracer
eternally she’s plying
Upwardly, leveling stairs
utensils clattering
all with efficiency’s airs
Bystanders scattering
Smoothly she slides round corners
‘smartphonely’ connected
Past cowering bench warmers
on short cuts perfected
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-bench warmers = among those her slacker husband