Peacock sports a hat with a rah rah rah
For a male bird, he is a kind of dawdy-dah
We tried not to stare at the contraption on his head.
He is crazy, this cuckoo bird, a designer said.
He’s a model, it’s not his fault argued his mother.
He wears it on the runway threw in his brother.
Getting no choice at all about what he has to wear.
The rest of us averted our eyes, trying not to stare.
Categories:
dawdy, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
A hope we harbored, coveted in youth
Aided then by an awkward innocence,
Or unacknowledged preference for truth
Though honesty was not our competence.
How small and incomplete the world was then?
What little Father taught to us of love,
And what longings remained unfulfilled when;
Withdrawn from matters of the heart, above
An azure sky marked that complacent death.
As all young boys must one day become grown,
To empty out the hopes of love’s sweet breath,
or hollow out one’s life to live alone.
Accept a bitter mist into your lung -
The fairy tales of love have come undone.
The mind grows weary quickly on its own,
Oxygen tastes better shared by two,
And even imperfection finds a home
Wherever imperfections will accrue.
Perspective dawns upon us over time
And beauty blooms in corners we forget
To nurture lest we settle in our prime;
We sought out fairy tales in all we met.
Then at last we have grown enough; touch it
Cloaked in all that dawdy ambivalence –
Love is incomplete! Love is that regret!
Time alone provides this equivalence.
Decide with haste to tear our souls apart
And stitch together this imperfect heart.
Categories:
dawdy, age, life, love, youth,
Form: Sonnet