Some days linger like a song
You cannot rid your brain of
Slow minutes tick all day long,
When push comes to shove
Everything seems to go wrong.
Just getting through is a fight
Success is, ohhh, so elusive
Nothing seems to go right,
Even your peers seem collusive
Better just to stay out of sight.
Tomorrow will be better, I say,
Portending you'll reach your goal
Anything better than today,
When your gut stymies your soul
And nothing at all goes your way.
Written August 17, 2022
Categories:
stymies, day, encouraging, feelings, perspective,
Form: Quintain (Sicilian)
The Frigid Month of February
Winter, at its worst, cold and dreary.
When whipped-up brisk winds quake the wary,
With falling temperatures and snow:
Freezing exposed skin, fingers, and toes.
In a blitz of polar-felt weather
That stymies the ardent traveller;
People shudder forward in the chill,
Trekking along like penguins uphill.
Seasonal temperaments dissipate
In mutual bonds which people partake;
With each empathizing with each other,
When outside challenging the weather.
Winter, at its worst, cold and dreary,
In the frigid month of February.
Categories:
stymies, february, snow, winter,
Form: Sonnet
Elusive But Near
Searched for since the beginning of mankind.
And desired as oxygen for panting lungs.
Pursued by poor, rich and ablest minds
It quenches the restless soul as water a parched tongue.
It keeps life centered and aligned.
Invaluable it cannot be bartered or sold.
with gentle hands it binds the disjointed mind
And its fragrant cloud stymies upheaval’s scent as it unfolds.
It’s an anchor of gentleness that steadies an uneasy soul,
And a blanket of warmth that stills the shivers of panic.
A calm voice of encouragement it voids gloom’s black hole,
And quietly comfort minds of the fraught and frantic.
Peace isn’t elusive it begins within me and you,
We need only to cultivate and share it, not elsewhere pursue.
Categories:
stymies, peace,
Form: Rhyme
How backlogged life's assumption
while artists' rogue affair
find landscapes of assertion
in seeing truth - just there.
The artists' honest friendship,
their work, a thought of care,
while opposition stymies
the chance to grow with flair!
And inspirations daydream
cannot suffice with stare.
As ordinary space seem
content with its own share.
Grow fluid, my own faith's stream -
Grow lavishly and fair,
still let us live our own theme -
the artists and their pare!
Categories:
stymies, art,
Form: Rhyme