I guess I'm just that floater friend,
Who floats around in the wind.
Waiting for someone to catch me,
So I can help the best way I can.
I'll be useful to you when you're bored,
It's okay though,
That's a role I adore.
Being picked up and dropped off constantly,
Gives me a headache.
As long as you guys are happy,
It's worth the ache.
I feel like a dying flower,
Which gives its seeds so that others
can grow.
It's an act that goes unnoticed,
Just
Like
Me.
Pink fringed lotus,
stunning leaf floater,
suffusing pond surface,
beneath sapphire sky,
in stoic city pond,
charming capture,
casual strollers peep,
as vim skims,
reflection of visages,
luscious liquid stream,
fluid canvas,
water in atmosphere.
or pool intensifies,
navy blue welkin,
august morning shift,
in shade or tint,
hue’d reservoir,
sapphire firmament,
a momentary pause,
for zestful urbanite,
bowl-shape flora,
or vapored vault,
coalescing influence,
bridging distance,
town dynamism,
lush environment,
bosom buddy treaty
In the vaults of my mind is fog,
that grey speckled layer I scan,
vague vision a frustrating blur,
six sided ice crystal baleful,
a hindrance to glowing recall,
aerosol dangle, ground floater,
me beggar of radiant sun,
to banish that cloudy chaos
ceiling fan soothing
motor floater noise cooing
mortician cutting
A pegged round point gleams a dream as a passerby
pauses briefly at some display of hearts. Creams alot
enchanted in velvety reds filled with sweet treats that
address the same in my deepest fantasies. Employed by
the Creatures that slither their way, shading their point in
passing. Then a heavenly-sent gifts a genteel speaker
drifts a spun floater albeit a dove's solitaire feather.
Angelic hands reach down to gather it up in chorale
chants achieved its disciplined course. In brevity
breathes deeply, exalting with the soothing blessed
Suite, performed by Johann Bach. Toccata, Adagio, and
Fugue in C Major, with cultured ivory chords and refined
pedals as the fantasy seized a day.
A Candy Storefront window, a passerby pauses briefly at the array of heart-shaped enwrapped in velvet reds, filled with sweet treats like years before. The same tricks deployed as the byway take point passing a park. Then a heaven-sent gift the gentle walker, drifts a spun floater being a dove's solitaire wing. A hand reaches down and gathers it up in mental discourse. In brevity breathes deeply, and exhales soothingly. Contented, the gentle walker heads back to town, where an empty crimson velour box is bought, he makes one more stop before heading back home with a frozen smile. Amidst the expected backdrop scene where two fluted glasses filled with Dom Perignon Champagne atop a white-silk-covered small round table that graces two silver candle holders, pre-lit. The significant other donning a maroon single-piece nightdress is presented a box. He sits as she opens the box and oddly looks. As he explains his day's escapade freed him from the rigamarole being rhetorical, he lastly gifts her with a smaller box. She opens built-up with a hint of suspense that shreds away to tears. She looks up to the penitent soul while holding a solitaire diamond ring.
Sitting in the sun room
At a nearby hotel
Reading a new book
All was going well
Ringing, the phone danced
I had an incoming call
“Who is this?” I wondered
And answered it I chanced
The heat travelled through the glass
My sweaty palm grappled on the phone
An anxious voice was on the line
“We need you quick, come home!”
To the car I ran
And fired up the motor
Onto the road I glided
Like an old milk floater
Back at the house
I had arrived
To see an ambulance
“Your mother’s died,” the medic said
A moment anachronous
Under water
without a string
without a floater
unable to breathe
life can be hard
life can sting
life can be impossible
to live.
And then you go
fighting to thrive
swimming on your own
under the sky
never giving in
while you cry
learning how to grow
learning how to rise.
Jessica
cream rises to the top
a floater does as well...
Sitting placed by Square Leg
pint of bitter in hand;
drifting across from Peasholme
music from the band.
This match is like a chess game,
each batter settled in
run rate slowly rising, one end
tied down with spin.
An edge of frustration
causes a half chance.
An attempted drive
Gives a leg glance.
Nagging little off breaks
keep a batter on his toes;
can’t afford a mis-stroke
playing one of those.
A delicate little floater
causes a lapse.
Caught by the Keeper.
Well played chaps.
I can rush for a refill
as they take a drinks break,
then it’s back to the battle
of forcing a mistake
O what a way to die.
Couldn’t ask for more.
Last sight seeing victory
from a well driven four.
Its stumps for now
and I’m on my way.
Be back tomorrow
for the final day
Oh how I love
this beautifully clever game
Small wars of wits
No two matches the same.
*Recently I had an eye retina issue with 1st experience of floaters and flashes in my eye. If you haven't experienced it, on the verge of retina detachment, these are examples:
Monoku: 1
Is that a bird flying by or just a massive floater in my eye?
Monoku: 2
Is that a bunch of dark grapes or just a bunch of black spots in my eye?
Monoku: 3
Is that flash a lightening bolt in my bedroom or just my retina trying to let go?
Heidi Sands
11/2/22
Fresh and serene droplets rest in galore
As the dawn smiles on them to adore
The tiny prettiness in spectral mode
Downs from out of the heavenly abode ;
In dainty drips and drizzles the elixir
Enlivens and recharges the aqua-spur
Beyond the brim and out of norm
It sinks the floater and defaces the firm -
Mounds or mansions,weed or tree
Huge or little - are all toppled free ;
Strange are the ways of the cosmic strain
Be it the wind ,fire,tremor or rain
Atop the floating debris and decay,
The self-centred biped strides astray
With a whimsy wand and febrile chill ,
Streching the vicious arm for infinite fill
Of the precious trash ,never for any use;
Yet as ' trade ' - the imbalancing ruse.
Is that a ghost? I think.
Catching a wisp of a traveling speck in my eye.
I turn and it is gone.
But back soon enough.
Finally see a doctor.
It’s a floater, he tells me.
You will get used to them after a bit and they will go away.
That was six years ago.
I do not see them unless I speak of them
Or write of them.
There goes one now.
I used to have dog ears; I could hear a whisper from the back of an auditorium
Now I can barely hear the person who is sitting beside me on a subway.
I am not sure if my mind is consciously drowning them out
Or if I truly am losing my hearing.
There is arthritis in both of my ankles.
I am waddling when I walk now.
Thanks to the extra weight or my unsteadiness
Not sure really.
Life is an adventure at sixty-eight.
Live every second now, young ones.
You will not want to think back and wish you had.
Me a zombie?
Never!
Just a viral doofus poseur,
Brainiac and hacker on the loose tapping into other genie lamps,
Wireless Stikbot floater skipping ID challenge.
Hurdles that authenticate saliva from a silicone palate.
Trojan horse webber getting kicks from pop up photos and their tick box phasers.
Magic putty slideshows arfe my fix,
Overlapping gotchas in the cryptic mainframe,
zapped on sight.
Cookies nerd obsessive, parasitic nibbler on limitless net feeds,
Humanoid, human void,
vacuum mouse pad tracker ball bane.
Foxy email phisser,
wolf amid the Wiki swathes at random,
memory never full.
Sabouteur who pinpoints rootkit channels,
silently installing gridlock pixels deep freeze.
But I am not a robot,
just some micro chip app monger, macro chip on shoulder and those other parts designed by desktop surgeons,
sideline sci-fi wise guy not so wise,
hi-tech buff illusion in a hall of mirrors dash into the ether.
Me this CoderDojo mass encryption tangle,
blue moon barcode surfer, Janus-faced,
mutant bit part player who has somehow lost his byte!
Written January Twenty First Twenty Twenty
FOWL
a feathered flockin farm animal
just a bird
web footed floater who runs
bird
common domestic rooster or hen
maybe a turkey, I should duck
the meat of a domestic used as food
decontaminate, purge,
disinfect, sanitize
brush rinse, scour
corrupt, rot, spoil
clarify, not cleansed much
bemire, besmirch, daub, grime, mire, smirch, smudge,
decontaminate, purge, purify blight
disinfect, sanitize sweep, wash, wipe
brighten pollute, tainty
straighten,tidy
adulterate, doctor
of something harmful or undesirable
contaminate, taint befoul,
grime, mire, smudge, soil,
corrupt, rotten, spoil smear
clarify, clean, cleanse, clear,
All that and all this is contaminate, pollute, boule
FOWL?
2/24/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
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