Politicians will be the end of me.
To cynical now to trust their lie!
To angry now to listen to:
Continuous disharmony,
Pointed conversations,
Loose denominations.
Finding flourishes,
As the mouth,
Drivels,
Contagonistic,
Voyeuristic,
Egotistic,
Unrealistic!
Politicians will be the end of me!
Polecats in harmony,
Conversations without relations!
Christian living,
Without forgiving!
Where bumbles bounce and witches fly
Faeries and jet streams in yesterday’s sky
I glance up and see an eagle so high
And I laugh at the juiciness of yesterday’s sky
They are hop skipping and flitting and fluttering too
The brownies and what-knots playing in diggery-doo.
My brain is on full delight energy mode kilter now
As I watch them spring forth with a kiss and a bow.
They give me that wink, the one I know well.
Mutter through supper, demanding yesterday’s bell.
I had forgotten the excitement of just sitting and watching.
The swish of the dragon’s tail, the water and sloshing.
It’s the dance of the bumbles, the rumbles, and more.
Dr. Seuss enters my head, running toward an old cottage door.
Library book smells come to me in drivels and drips.
It’s so much fun in the garden, with bumbles and bips.
Memories come fast, they land in my brain, screeching.
Remember the horror of reading about sucking and leeching?
Childhood gone, but the feelings are still right in there.
They come suddenly and hard, in this summer’s day air.
Written: 9-13-2019
Contest: Where Bumbles Bounce
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
This poet simply can’t
Reach people
He ascends but
Doesn’t steeple
He thinks of his work as
An odyssey
A pearl
Without the modesty
If only he had a
Coherent theme
A well turned phrase
Or a poignant scene
But he just doesn’t have
What he ought’a
And drivels away
Like water.
May 2019