Today is a dank day,
veiled by a sullied sun
cloudy and overcast,
casting shifting shadows:
breezes blow, hard and fast.
Today is a dank day,
as dribbling drops of rain
water a thirsty earth:
nurturing Nature and
hastening its rebirth.
Today is a dank day
turning white into green,
Spring sends sap to the trees
and as their buds unfurl:
the soil starts to unfreeze.
Today is a dank day,
amidst drizzling showers:
yet, it's a sign that Spring
is indeed on Her way:
causing songbirds to sing.
Day dawned dank grey.
Sky pre-washed to ashen, cuddled in.
Cats on tippy-toes dipped their toes in puddles
stalking prey, huddled to pause, slumbering in.
Birds ruffled dew drop spots from feathers,
distracted to pause their prattle tattle calls
by the gloom of low slung clouds engulfing the din.
The dank cupped hands of horizon clouds
called for hush in prayer
to say grace with the morning gathering, all misted-in in fog.
The dewy gossamer mist turned to gentle rain,
almost embarrassed
to fall with pitter-patter plinks and plops
echoing from puddles, leaves and panes.
The shower done with its drenching, quenching drizzle,
passed overhead
and curtain-called the sun to get up,
to stand to attention,
and to herald the day
to get on with its business.
In public
I am the walking quiet
of transparent air.
I huddle
humid and torrid
behind pages of my past.
Night will speak
to me. I am couched
in her embrace.
But when I return
to people, I reek
of her dank air.
I avoid getting saved,
the safety of solutions.
My heart attack is
failure under scrutiny,
reaching the world like
an actor of lost languages.
The dark was damp, dank
a clammy scum, clung.
A sticky wet seep, stank.
The tainted tacit touch of skin
was rough, cold and slimy,
not warm, smooth and welcoming.
Our love was rank, dank, done over.
How dark and dank that another Police person's life was snuffed out. How ungrateful that we humans should suffer a loss. That one person should take another's life without dignity. I believe that this person's life must have counted for something great. Yet it was snuffed out, just like that. And the other was taken just as well. My Lord, we don't understand the meaning. To leave behind three children and a parent to suffer your loss. Is unbearable. And yet it has happened.
My prayer is that an understanding shall come. That this will not continue to be. That those who protect shall also be protected. And that if the ultimate sacrifice shall and must be made, that it is not in vain. For the greatest among these is to sacrifice one's own for the grace of another.
A fisherman sat with line all lank
perched on crooked stool that soon sank
backside now all mud covered
his face an embarrassed red
off home he went with his pants all dank.
11/13/2014
contest: limericks clean and clever
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