The Joy of Wind
Wind isn't spiteful.
Wind doesn't intentionally ruffle your coiffure
Gusts may act like a harried paramour,
tugging at clothes, desperate for your ardour
It casually casts aside fripperies that are not secure
It disregards human constructs
propriety,
modesty,
decency.
Be silent your rancour.
Wind is kind.
You caress my cheeks with gentle kisses
Your finger wisps tingle my scalp
You blow leaves off my lawn
You surprise me with the gift of next door's trampoline
You dust the archives of my mind, stirring up long abandoned memories.
You bring me the smells of the seaside
You carry to me the sounds of home
You rustle wildflowers in a field to bring me floral scents
You carry the sounds of distant dreams
Your breeze refreshes stale air.
You bring peace, in the knowledge that there is something greater than me, that is uncontrollable but kind.
Wind isn't spiteful
It is wild
It is untamable
Bound by rules, the world needs reminding
So abandon your uptightness
Play wild with the wind.
19 May 2022
Categories:
fripperies, joy, weather, wind,
Form: I do not know?
Not all tongue that wag
You dishonorably gag …
Of course not that of my Neighbor
Which assigned to itself Christ’s Labor
For it doesn’t behind lag
And will ever out ***,
While demolishing knickers that sag;
Women that fripperies drag,
Hundreds of cosmetics bag,
Fun always pokes at a hag
Or lanes walk that zigzag
And in the church read a mag!
The tongues that sensibly wag
Should about it richly brag,
Even as their victims nag,
Their anger rocky crag.
Categories:
fripperies, character, god, wisdom, women,
Form: Rhyme
October Spice
Inspired October creates a recipe
For a sumptuous feast
A bouquet garni of paprika hued orange tupelo,
A fete of fragrant cinnamon shades in russet umber oaks,
Sprinkling tinges of savory gold in dancing ginger aspens
Then blending bits of sienna nutmeg tones to hickory,
Glazing scarlet cardamom frost on the sugar maple,
In a festival of allspiced sweet gum mixed delicacies
A banquet fest spread out in pungent cloves of beech offerings
Autumnal master stirs up a feast of bonne bouche in sassafras tones
With a smidge of saffron dusting on sable sycamores
Tidbits of chestnut fripperies - dainty delights wearing star anise harvests -
Sachet d’Epices of magenta dyed coriander colors burning bushes burgundy
In measures reflecting eternal delight - a twirling potpourri of praise.
9-27-21
Contest: October
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Thank you Jan for the inspiration!
Categories:
fripperies, october,
Form: Free verse
He obtains fancy chopsticks,
hardly uses them, forgets he has them.
He drapes ornamental trees
with cheap pocket watches
let’s the batteries run dry
hardly ever looks at them.
A suitable receptacle, a container
or an old cigar box must be filled up
with whatever is small enough
to be collectable.
Seashells he keeps in chests
along with unusual pencils,
pens, and pen knives.
There are other acquired
gewgaws and fripperies.
His poetry is a collection also.
One day he will move on
to yet another creative collection
of his ever expanding hollowness.
Categories:
fripperies, poetry,
Form: Free verse