The night ended in smoke.
Sleepwalking fumes
rolled over the park,
perambulated in groggy circles,
then got stuck in the tree branches
where they hung as thick
as melting duck fat.
Around eleven in the morning
the sky began to baste itself;
you could smell it simmering
on the edge of a backburning brink
as it grilled a too torpid air.
It was sweet in the mouth at first
then it fire-licked wet ears
and slippery toes.
Skeletal strings unwound.
Mind-sweat began to pour,
drowning-out hope of any ease,
thoughts flopped to the earth
stewing amid overheated bubbles,
Microbes leached through
oily eyebrows.
Ohio just can’t get its weather right;
some nights merely pre-heat the day,
daylight pants through aphid snouts
and brown stems,
or bulges lungs with its ballooning fevers.
if the next passer-by
gleefully remarks:
‘what a lovely day’
they will be cursed politely
with a gorgon stare,
then a thin, and crispy leer.
Categories:
perambulated, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Peter’s prestidigitator progeny perambulated peripatetically with prodigious prowess. Perhaps his precocity precluded presumptuous perspicacity?
January, 11, 2021
Categories:
perambulated, humor,
Form: Free verse
By happenstance, I found you
And my once empty, sullen heart
Filled to the brim with ecstasy
Hurray for happy accidents!
Dismally sad and blue was I
One jet-black day, then I walked
Outdoors, and voila! A goldmine
In the sky...sunshine
I searched up and down
Terra firma for gold; tearing cobwebs
Out of long unvisited nooks and crannies
And I stumbled upon a glistening diamond
I perambulated through footpaths
Of life, just minding my business
Suddenly I unearthed a jewel
Touched by the gods...happiness
I treaded uncharted far-flung places
Along the way, I discovered an
Unsought hidden treasure...love
Hurray for happy accidents!
Date written: 04/05/2016
Categories:
perambulated, destiny, life, love, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
One shot, one moment, what does that mean
Embody the new, or remain what is seen
Transcend the critics with the motive for green
What we concoct requisite is what we’re committed to
Destroyed or developed, that commitment defines you
Expend your time and suffuse your ambition
Talk with actions, so no one can’t listen
One shot, one moment, spotlight on you
Perambulated through scourges, dream come true
One shot, one moment, you prepared for this
While melancholy through life, one chance for bliss
But it embarks at that one shot, that one moment
So when you acquire yo chance, make sure you own it
Categories:
perambulated, adventure, faith,
Form: Rhyme