The exit ramp looms large just up ahead,
though still an unknown distance ‘round the bend,
a terminus of sorts.
Perhaps a point from which to send
us out of time constraints, into the now,
the means by which remain unknown, just how
exactly, this all ends.
To fret, a waste, ’tis said, so I shall trust instead.
And yet, this ideation blooms within
my mind, a frequent fascination that
with other thoughts, comports.
If only now, is there no then,
and sequencing of time, thus obsolete,
as all arrive en mass, surprised to meet?
The world I know is flat;
my finitude stretched thin, constrained to trust again.
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Another fun one, a Mistress Bradstreet stanza: 10a-10b-6c-8b-10d-10d-6b-12a
This one comes from a notion from reading Matthew 25, in the Last Judgment. All would have died at different times, but on that day, all were surprised, hence the idea of different departures, all arriving at now.
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written on 10/13/22
Categories:
comports, death, time,
Form: Other
I cannot find my cheesecloth; where did my cheesecloth go?
Where is it at this moment? I would dearly like to know.
It isn't in the shoe shine kit where oft times I would tuck it,
Nor in the corner by the stove where casually I'd chuck it.
It isn't in the dresser drawer curled up amongst the socks,
My cheesecloth never goes outside, t'is not amidst the phlox!
It isn't over yonder, It can't be over there!
I stare in slack jawed wonder, it isn't anywhere!
How tragically I mourn this cloth, I'll not recover easily.
Where will I find another that comports itself so cheesily?
Oh I'll make do with linen, or wool perhaps or cotton,
But this dear cheesecloth staunch and true can never be forgotten.
So if you have a cheesecloth so soft and strong and sprightly,
You must guard it through the days long hours and keep it by you nightly.
Hold it safe from wolverine, and goat and cloth molester,
For once your cheesecloth's gone for good, you're stuck with polyester!
Categories:
comports, absence, angst, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Sleeping with the Muse,
my nights have grown short
Sleeping with the Muse,
my spirit comports
Sleeping with the Muse
words dance with delight
Sleeping with the Muse
confronting my fright
Sleeping with the Muse
her will tests again
Sleeping with the Muse
not lover nor friend
Sleeping with the Muse
my dreams sacrifice
Sleeping with the Muse
all rest put on ice
Sleeping with the Muse
the whispers come clean
Sleeping with the Muse
excuses demeaned
Sleeping with the Muse,
my spool is respun
Sleeping with the Muse
divorced from the sun
Sleeping with the Muse
in darkness I learn
Sleeping with the Muse
the day will confirm
Sleeping with the Muse
till dawn’s freeing light
Sleeping with the Muse
—new words to take flight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) On-Line
Categories:
comports, muse, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
A gem of a nation
An abode of peace
A treasure of empire
A haven of tranquility
A kingdom of treasures
An oasis of modern empire
A space of warmth greeting
A den of hospitable people
A neoclassical form of politics
A gateway to beyond comports
An avenue of understanding
An environment of treasures
An ancient Sultanate kingdom
An indeed pampering Brunei Darussalam
Bandar Seri Begawan
Negara Brunei Darussalam
December 30, 2008
Muharram 2, 1430
Categories:
comports, inspirational, love, nature, nostalgia,
Form: I do not know?