to mark the edge of spring
to tilt strawmen 'gainst their will
late April wind shuffles new leaves like a deck of cards
a simple trick
nature in its gliding
the willow rustling
pushed by the huff and puff of big bad wolf intention
a wind that incites the season's freshness
rich romp of swaying
aspirations warring
their swooshing blow of heaving like a magistrate robed
wispy clouds wafted away to find other kin
as whispers fill night air, thick and thin
to hide themselves in willful skies
the wind at one's back, a spritely elevation
when worry mislays direction
when whistles overwash resistance
when the wind is weightless like devout contentment
you'll hear its chords of song
Poem composed April 24, 2023
Revised May 20, 2023
Categories:
strawmen, april, environment, inspiration, nature,
Form: Free verse
Entering into mazes and mists on trails veiled in vapor,
Camouflaging strawmen speeches made of paper.
A complex vortex of lies lying in lair,
Welling, waiting, writhing,
For spirits who dare enter there.
Dare flirt with the folly of fending truth,
With politicians so long in the tooth.
Those who enter in, to their chagrin,
Shocked by that slippery slope of sin.
Shunned from the floor and ignored after asking why,
Taken behind the rusting curtain and made to comply.
Disillusioned now and to keep his place,
Lose his conscience and double his face,
Soliciting funds for the approaching race.
To enter into mazes and mists on trails of vapor,
Camouflaging strawmen speeches made of paper,
A complex vortex of lies lying in lair,
Welling, waiting, writhing,
For spirits who dare...enter there.
Categories:
strawmen, political
Form: Free verse