Short Insouciance Poems
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At the haberdashery and milliner’s
insouciance on display
Models’ eyes as cold as ice
about to ruin your day
Crisp metamorphosis of color
Tempestuous leaves tap dance on
Tangled wind's insouciance
Wayward sun's scarlet wink
Feckless orange flirts
Fey cinnamon
Coyly bold
Feisty
Fall.
8/23/19
Screaming til my face collapsed, broken arrow’s here called
Dear God she’s so beautiful, a cascading insouciance befalls
Forensics yeah they’ll differ, no doubt say, it was inhumane
I don’t give a fig leaf, as the daisy cutter obliterates my pain
By
David Kavanagh
teetering the streets early morning dawn
as I left the swagger at the bar guzzling beers
I encountered the devil
the butt of a gun stopped the fun of insouciance
as for ever four metal plates in the face
not deter day or night the walk of evil
for the what not of few dollars in a pocket
an attempt at a slot to produce more
and the debit keeping its pin from you I smile still
SOMEWHERE IN-BETWEEN
sliced strawberries in fridge
crisp reminder of delicious spring ~
somewhere in-between
winter and summer.
Georgia peaches camouflage red -
southern belle,
can’t make up her mind.
she’s filling up her dance card
a different season each 24/7.
our winter’s in deep freeze,
solid cube of in-between
sweaters shrug
with insouciance.
Kim Rodrigues ©2017
eccentric
mischievious
quirky
sensations
insouciance
splashed
in
glimpses
of complicated
offhand
fashions
witty
comical
coherent
counterpoint
so
unnervingly
curious
in exaggerated
nonsensical
carricatures
seething
teeming
augmented
elongated
elaborations
absurb
amusing
into
rough-hewn
reminders
I Fret the Holiday Season
I invited it in:
insipid, insidious
holiday hoopla;
and now rue
my indolent heart
As time escapes
I inveigh aloud
a tirade of syllables
that berate my
immutable,
irascible self
I pine for insouciance,
iniquitously doled
to some
not to others,
and wear the ignominious
crown, self-bestowed
upon my head:
“Intransigent Queen.”
I’ve only myself to blame.
No Supper
Round as a planet, dark as the galaxy
the interior looked like the last battle in Verdun
the early spring of 1914.
It had been a healthy preparation of carrots, beans
turnips, potatoes and meat.
Scorched earth tactic nothing was salvageable.
There had been warnings but human insouciance
ignored the smell emitting filling rooms
with the bitterness of a failed supper.
The last question is, can the frying pan be saved?
INSOUCIANCE
interstellar
interest
&applause
serene
surreal
prolific
&genteel
from
dark
&ominous
deep
shadows
influenced
by disaster
a recurring theme
of
tsunami
a catastrophe
enlisting
a monumental series
of tradition
decimated
narratives
from inception
a
focus
on release
a fusion
working together
opportunity to
conceive
to present
a different order
to
be different
to pauses
&
think afresh