Mother Nature, divine and yet so whimsical
Her flowing streams fall warm, healing and abiding
A darkened blue-green sea, maroon and sapphire shores,
cradle us asleep, with your gentle waves
harboring the dour rude awakenings
when eddying rapids currented by the tide
Consume the uncertainty and the lies of the day tearing the heart apart
Suspend judgment and attain tranquility of mind
White light and red, filters a pink-tint, nebulous fringed rose gold
I’m graced in your stellar light, a cosmic pearl
Lone snowflakes drift in
As anorexic, claustrophobic bats shiver
Wrapped in their bat wing sleeping bags.
A field mouse plays “Three Little Pigs”
With a patch of straw.
An eerie wind whistles wickedly
Alarming an itinerant mole.
I snore, noisily unaware,
That my brother sub-let
His half of the den.
John G. Lawless
©1/21/2023
2022 was the year the flights disappeared
Cancellations mounting as Xmas neared
Hope gave way to despair
For denizens of the air
The year's imprimatur ~ a cross to bear
Where the sandhill cranes gather,
I stand and watch the swans preen
In the morning sun near the bridge
Alone, except for a circling vulture
All denizens of the lowland culture,
Passing high over the flanking ridge
A red-tail hawk hereabout rarely seen
Above the warm, crystal blue water.
written February 19, 2022
(Using the reverse rhyme scheme
which I have discovered in so many
of my poems: abcddcba)
twisting in tingled arcs
through a cold late september
breeze, dancing in serpentine
patterns to the puppeteer strings
of the wind, a scrap of paper
gracefully lands upon your windshield
it says
"GET F*CKED"
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