Cheeky Missy
Who Asked? Tell Them I\'m NOT Here
....until Saturday morning. [Up at midnight November 1st for work, and not able to go to sleep until nearly 2100, having titled October 29th\'s sonnet \"I\'ve Lost Track Which Day Tis\" who\'s surprised?]
And I Forgot to Switch My Calendars
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMLI)
November first is up to specs, t\'avail,
Chill as we knew it best like Winter\'s sense
Delivers, golden light where naked, dense
Bare trees stand in blue heavn\'s eye, wrappers trail
Left on the floor like last night\'s féte\' detail
Was as expected, and the thought fr\'intents
Of yonder is ham, turkey, gifts pretense
Tricks out in style, and thinking you own bail.
Oh, tis a Friday too, where I\'ve as t\'were
Been granted so much to thank Thee for through
These hours, how could I fail to see, in poor
\'Scuse? Robert visits and hangs out like to
Rekindle what once flourished, and leaves fer
All that as if he owns me...is that true?!
01Nov24b
...with Panera [hazelnut] coffee.
Lo, Have Cream Pie for Breakfast?!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMLII)
Frost glitters likeas diamonds in the dense
Keen silence of black night, where to exhale
Is white clouds which just hang, suspended, frail
Naught list\'ning closely for a voice to fence
The thought of yonder; but none answers hence
\'Cept lo, the Scriptures. Lonely walk whose trail
None but one set of headlights \'llumes to scale
Ends wi\' a plea to Thee, oh LORD: defense.
\"What is yer life but lo, a breath that\'d stir
For half a moment ere tis gone?\" We knew
How to lisp off that like the alph\'bet, poor
As nevir seeing, oh LORD, how it is true.
What have we here? What do we do? \"In Yer
Light we see light--\" Bring us with joy to You.
02Nov24a
...and him: what shall I do?
Balsamic Vinegar and Olive Oil
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMLIII)
Caprese...oh! Fragrant basil with, t\'avail
Fresh mozzyrella and tomato hence
In tango waltzing, how I swoon! Defense
For dreaming lo, all summer, which detail
Could e\'er suffice next? None. Aught else derail
Th\'indulgence, yet the time was sweet fr\'intents,
Corn on the cob not too bad, with pie thence
As our dessert; why still in love sans bail?
I was his once; he keeps me still, yet\'s poor
Cuz wherefore? He dates \'round behind me who
He does not want, ergo what shall I do?
Brought me Panera coffee for, as t\'were
Old time\'s sake, wore dark stubble to bestir
Me, ate half of the salad, and seems\'d woo.
02Nov24b