Cheeky Missy
Of Sprites and Other \"Nonsense\"
Ah, wouldn\'t that be nice, though?
Say That I Was A Faerie Spirit?
(sonnet # MMMMMMMMMLXXIX)
Sweet golden eye of afternoon, t\'avail
Calm as the fevered soul desired, suspense
On edge and chewing off its nails whilst sense
Feigns tis mature, if only I could bail
Me out of all here in that light\'s detail,
Forget aught else which nags, and rest from hence,
Half lost in dreams where rolling lawns lie thence
In peaceful slumber, frozen, hill and dale.
Could I, for half a minute, lose as twere
What is, and wander, traipsing merr\'ly through
Lost pastures, I\'d still be dumped back in tour
Where I had been. These freighted heavns\' vague blue
With clouded eye yet wash the land, astir
Elsewhere, with golden light. That we\'d seek You.
09Jan25
Yep, I\'m pretty certain that\'s what it is.
I Think Time Must Have Permanent Wings
(sonnet # MMMMMMMMMLXXX)
Snow, likeas Winter knows to dish out, whence
With dread go forth, Thy mercies all t\'avail
I know, the \"white stuff\" crunching subtly, trail
With ice below, and that keen silence hence,
We are alone, yet not, the lonely path fr\'intentse
By fellow trav\'lers littered, aught detail
Lost to this purest white, afraid t\'inhale,
Yet trusting in Thee, LORD, all our defense.
The hol\'days oer til next month, eggnog\'s tour
Long since, unless I craft some, what\'s to do?
Where movies used to trick the hours as twere
Out of their substance, hanging out anew
Is nicer. I post, nap, or work. Bestir
Us to sing Thy praise, LORD, as we wait You.
10Jan25a
*[having just watched a \"crime\" video where a foolish driver threw a drink at a former military man and lost her life in the next instant thanks to basic training, guess what happened to me?!]Now I\'ve actually had a drink thrown at MY head while driving. What gives?!
How Does The Saying Go?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLXXXI)
How Joe Hisaishi\'s strains waltz like t\'avail
Now through mine head, yet which? \"My Neighbor [thence
Erm]Tot\'ro\" ist? Because they played that, whence?
Oh, Thursday. Cheerful notes dance gaily, hale
In sweetness \'spite the TV, that detail
We cherish like a private joy which\'d hence
Enlighten duller moments by its sense,
If only we\'d hear Thy voice, Who\'d ne\'er fail.
Put on the Scriptures in my pocket fer
Recure, as how the final hour the teasing crew
Half seem to have a problem. I\'ll as t\'were
Escape whileas they mull just what to do,
If Thou will, LORD, yet oh! how trouibles* stir
For me once back in town. Save me, won\'t You?
10Jan25b