Verbal Foundlings
Free or blank
tomato
tomatto
Without rhyme’s link
there’s no
bravado
The verse left orphaned
all kinship
spurned
As unconnected
words crash
— and burn
(The New Room: July, 2024)
Death Grip
The tighter
we hold on
The faster
— it slips away
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
Now Is Now
Freedom in the moment
the past is the past
Throwing off chains
— tomorrow recast
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
Reaching Back
Closer in the distance
than what endears my touch
I focus on your memory
— reclaimed in fated lust
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
Categories:
foundlings, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
I: Provisio in scriptura (provided in scripture)
The Lord made us from the Earth's crust,
He creates that vessel blood's line,
each of us from ashes, --from dust,
blood flows, soul, mind our life design,
our spirit floats o'er the minus,
all IDs acquiesce assign,
our presence moves us to the plus,
our breath gives life a chance to deed,
sonnet stakes; >"...time>be, to>>not be...,"
roots, limbs, leaves all parts of our traits,
founder, foundlings -- family tree,
sprout from the ground that permeates,
hither and thither all earthy,
on top, in light, alive--then fates,
once us back to dust--returnee.
II: Provisio hoc exemplum (provided for example)
How much sow can sin to be,
when love is blind and naught foresee,
mistaken life a possibilty,
a baby ~ poor me,
forfeit--regret it,
the sin, has-been,
have it and forget it,
past is passed,
your life will change and so will the baby change,
start with the diapers ...,
then move on with your lives.
Categories:
foundlings, analogy, baby, imagery, life,
Form: Rhyme
Look at those rocky hills,
how savage they are!
The old ones remain,
their tribal names
still imprinted upon the land.
We walk them
scrabble over them.
The human heart bounds up
pounding.
We are foundlings here
the rocks know us not
and yet we are taken into
their history.
Look at that climbing man over there!
He is like a green blade
of new grass.
The hills seem to question him,
seek his wilderness heritage.
If he has not an old soul
then they may call upon him
to run his own gauntlet,
and though he is young
he must accept that challenge,
or be made invisible
to these ancient stones.
Categories:
foundlings, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Feckless forest faeries faintly frolicking for fiddling foundlings.
Morose mortals merrily mixing meager mushroom munchies
Fantastical fey forever feeds frenzied fevers following forest firs
Chattanooga chirps, cheeps, chattering chipmunks, chewing crunchies.
Categories:
foundlings, word play,
Form: Alliteration
Drought Orphans
Homeless clouds,
Orphans of drought,
Tattered
Wispy shreds of
Misty tapestries -
Infertile,
Rain spent
Vagabonds -
Solstice
Silent sighs,
Dry foundlings
Drifting aimlessly -
Stray itinerant waif
Clouds
Float on tuneless airs
12-8-22
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Categories:
foundlings, sky, weather, winter,
Form: Verse
Make your way through the parlous fog and place your trust in God,
As heather, moss and bracken fern embrace the peaty sod.
Take the fork at the Roman road that seems the wilder choice,
Then wander down, my bonny lass, and listen for my voice.
Cross the trace of the tumble-wall that borders on the glen.
Flee with me across the moor, the misty moonlit fen.
Follow close by the windfall light, two foundlings on the run,
We’ll shelter midst the craggy loft to wait the morning sun.
Huddle close as the small rain falls and gaze upon the fire;
Sparks dance free of their ashen vault as true as our desire.
Hear the song of the abbey bell; mark well the sweetest chime.
We’ll sway as one in warm embrace, our heartbeats keeping time.
Holding you in my dreams, my love, we gloried in our youth.
Waken then in the cold alone, the blackthorn’s bitter truth.
Lyoness, how the hard north winds do howl in angry speech
That what I seek in lonely quest seems ever out of reach.
Categories:
foundlings, desire, literature, romance,
Form: Lyric
I cannot help wondering about Vivaldi.
Antonio was a priest they say,
a cleric of the cloth.
I can’t help surmising
when as a young man
at the Ospedale della Pieta,
(a home for foundlings
and the training of musically inclined
female wards).
I wonder about all that fiddle playing
with an orchestra of young ladies
and him, the red-headed priest
with all that passion and élan.
wanting to express himself
in so many ways
with a strong and vibrant bow
and all those ladies.
Categories:
foundlings, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Flittering furts of fallacious folly,
fables of new forcefully fabricated,
five foundlings now faeries found
fabric faddishly forced surround
faceted gems for eyes they be
falling over the great fir tree
fain to feats of fantasy, factually
farrowed for all to see
fairish fair heads nodding fervently
fecked craning forward in familiarity
following constantly you and you
festively focused on fetes of few
fickler than fowl, fickler than dew
wonder of wonders, how’d they find you
felicity follows each fine feat
now’s the time to take your seat
such a surprise, oh so sweet, savor
alike this fine ole treat!
Categories:
foundlings, fun,
Form: Blank verse
Earthy barmy leafs scurry
Pulling rapidly in peak flurry
Lamenting blind as mists worry
Crude cool calm earth attacks slowly
Silly calm breeze shoo wholly
Sharp plume vanishes hollowly
Descending riveted cloud gleam
Sputtering upon scratching stream
Hurries vacantly in sprinkling steam
Lying oaks bewail 'n bemoan
Unobtrusively giggling delicately unknown
On clear red foundlings windblown
Deciduous elm trees fluster
As slow clouds be one of cluster
Above and slowly disappears in a duster
Suavity forlorn pebbles grieve
Amongst sluggish ol' buttermilk sky heave
As stars twinkling thru' pea soup vapor retrieve
Categories:
foundlings, nature,
Form: Verse