Lake Léman must float
the weight of the city –
Its grey stolid affluence
needs hydraulic help.
Our paddle steamer chuffs
beyond the tall fountain.
For a while, grand houses
bob beside us.
In Geneva the poor must fit between
the opulence.
Up ahead, Mont Blanc,
and other Wagnerian massifs,
begin to shrink us into fisheyes.
Then sunlight spills its sky
into the deep waters.
Suddenly we are afloat on mountaintops!
I could be almost happy here
if we were not just renting this moment.
When we return to the city
the sky will be gray once more,
the poor will still be poor.
Outside the stylish patisseries,
sparrows will still fight for crumbs.
Categories:
chuffs, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Predawn stillness -
a rooster, somewhere
a wolf, elsewhere
a deer, near in dark
corners of dying dark
scrunffles and chuffs.
The stars,
preparing to hide
under cover of
lightness.
Categories:
chuffs, onomatopoeia, stars,
Form: Free verse
Take life for every minute it gives
Spend time like dust specks gathered
Free your mind off taunted shadowed thoughts
Clean the mind unfurl coiled negative energy
Walk equipoised trumping rooted darkness
Rejuvinate coarse emotions thrusting chuffs
Run a mile and count the escalations
Forgo the tumbles and stand chin up.
Categories:
chuffs, inspiration, inspirational,
Form: I do not know?
Undetected behind
your hunting blind,
so deep within my
fearful mind
You lay in wait
in perfect silence,
prepared to unleash
your awesome violence
My poor heart pounds
upon these moments,
as my weakness, fear
of you does foment
My cursed logic
chuffs and chastens,
alas, your strike
it merely hastens
I'd give my arm,
my hand, my feet
if only you could
taste defeat
But here you stay,
you hide, you lurk;
within my mind
to do your work
Some day, I pray
to see you purged,
God, grant my wish
and give me courage
Categories:
chuffs, anxiety, fear, imagery,
Form: Rhyme