Variant Seasons
David J Walker
I
Indecision has never been
my intention
My lifes work summed up in
short sentences
I greet the morning sun
head-on
and about-face to the west as if
it might be the last
it might have been the best
but I don’t know
and may never know the rest of
the variant seasons
II
I have time yet to grow older
Gravity takes its toll
Words become bolder and gardens
yet to harvest need water
there is yet another summer
Autumn has placed its order
Winter bivouacs in Northern quarters
Spring is the thing in doubt
If time shall not our derelict joys
Revive with tunes melodious so,
Let past's nostalgic merries balm
Our souls and bid all sorrows go.
Should ebbing laughter and smiles
Their cold arcs yet vanishing carve,
May old cheers of our jolliest whiles
Redeeming warmths pitifully impart.
Although gone mirths seldom thwart
Present galls despite their vivid hues,
Mortal forgetteries lulling blisses are,
As would certainly void painful clues.
Thus might sweetly reechoed tones,
Excerpts from our merriments dead,
Like beneficent ditties in unison allay
All lingering whits of lonesome dread.
And if blunt fate her forking bivouacs
Twirl and twine in drab manners sour,
Beclouding paths erst snowing white;
Here’s bold shield in life’s icings dour.
Duty, demands, delaying desires.
Destiny, shoves you off, at the precipices
Of life’s uncertain edges.
Karmic outcomes now direct decisions;
Life issues us temporary bivouacs,
that leaves us vulnerable to its storms.
Destiny alters desires –
Even the most well-made plans
Of hearts, minds, flesh, and souls.
The spider’s web has caught his lover:
Suddenly he wanted not to eat her but to love her
an appetite for reluctance falls over him.
When the beautiful ladybug, was stranded
In the spider’s net.
He only wanted to wed her.
She pleaded to be devoured, by him.
If I am stuck with you, I’ll die slowly
‘Suck my insides out”
And leave my shell,
this is what you really want.
“These your plans,
have been overwhelmed, by my beauty.
Yet, you have no way to feed me, nor set me free.
Just eat me, and I will be inside of you,
and my carcass shall adorn your web.
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