Squalls in the head, the weather of observation.
Dreadful matters that may erase edification.
Thus, every prognosis is begotten in that way.
To dwell on the bewildered during the day.
The visible image appends our worms.
Weathermen may warn of imminent storms.
I endow the dream that is unfolding now.
The serenity of a blemished realm vow.
Explore the world as if you were a bird in the sky.
Savoring every time utterly of one's life way
Take a leap of faith and release your fear.
While you're still living, you may mend in dear.
With the passage of time, healing will chime.
Too many tears squandered precious time.
Written: April 10, 2022
Categories:
appends, analogy, appreciation, confidence, fear,
Form: Sonnet
the shorter the word
the longer i interpret
its meaning appends
makes me more bold
how i love to think
every letter's stroke
brings glory to me
in my fights every day
the vast vagueness
my doubts and fears
perish like echoes
near the narrow creeks
yes, i'm still wiggling
like tadpoles' tails
gorgeously dancing
in this playful unfair life
Categories:
appends, hope,
Form: Free verse
If gloom descends; Capsicum appends:
Removing dooms in plumes of red lumens.
Biological conversion from stagnation to movement.
Shaman, brother, lover, friend.
Bold holistic resolute.
Unequivocally coalesced in this; a magnificent fruit.
Categories:
appends, cheer up, earth, fire,
Form: Ode
Flit and Spin
By Brett Somers
Mind sticking round and round.
Loneliness is that sticking sound.
No pillows of comfort
Nor footstep, firm ground.
Why does my loneliness stick?
My ears make me sick.
Meddlesome they play.
Which way, which way.
Decisively I sway.
Meadows sit and chirp.
Flit and mock.
How I sit and flit.
Flit and rock.
Flit and rock.
Mind sticking round and round
Rubbing stones.
This wonderous wanderlust.
Pondering thus.
A penchant to find
This time in mine.
A vast equator,
balanced incubator.
So as such I sit.
I flit a bit.
Wander and wonder.
I sit.
So weary of not finding it.
I search.
So desperately to find.
My divine –
my craft of soul.
My purposed whole.
So I sit and flit.
Unable to accept it.
My dearest friend,
I write to you.
How did this end?
Or tilted on an axis It spins.
Time It appends.
So alive then am I.
To flit and spin.
Flit and spin.
So I’ll find my axis.
Spin without end.
Categories:
appends, anxiety, bird, depression, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Pale orb the bleary wake incites
Pallid streams procession ignites
Twilight's caravan gives last beams flight
Deep browns, oranges funerary pyre light
Glare from Day's spent hours moon's spawning rays spite
Day's face shares last glint then bier shutters tight
Into gray abyss Helios's flaming spirit doth kite
In ethereal corridor veiled remnants with chilling vapors slight
Night's doleful dirge; sprightly pallbearers shoulder blight
In vapid sanctuary, a jading stillness appends eerie rite
Nyx's strobe earth's dimmed floor with shadows doth requiet
Sidling tributaries in contrite cadence blink at earth's plight
Slow rhythms of Nyx's bleating requiem soul's sleep doth invite
Categories:
appends, dark,
Form: Rhyme