Cheeky Missy

Okay, March, Our Affair is Officially OVER.

Dear Sydney, please pardon me.

I Guess, HaHa On Me?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXLIII)

Ere dawn, whilst region clouds\' masque robes the frail

Hope of beyond, and pink is fragile hence

With yellow just in tow, dream of fr\'intents

A transient chance of sleep, as if t\'avail

The thought of dearest need; how card\'nals hail

And robins scold, the sparrows calling thence

Like old friends once I\'m home, til that pretense

Half seems the truth, nor lacking is it...bail?

If morning\'s old once I drag me in tour

From bed, how Monday\'s coffee will quite do,

His boasting of his \"fresh ground\" coffee fer

All that far too famil\'ar--would he woo?!

Don\'t let me think, oh please, lest I bestir

Who knows what on that note. LORD, I need You.

25Mar25a

Perforce.

And I am Reconciled To My Fate

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXLIV)

Now I\'ve begun to study whom, fr\'intents?

But David Grey, whose final work\'s detail

Oft moved my soul to weeping ere, his tale

What haunts me, yet wherefore? Lost in a sense

Upon the banks of Luggie, wand\'ring thence

The moors and heaths of bonny Scotland, frail

As aught excuse, where ev\'ry last detail

Quite charms me, come, is not all sheer pretense?

Til reading Heddrick\'s memoir of him, poor

As all vain visions, I believed him to

Be blonde. Yet no. So tall he stooped in tour

And dark haired with dark eyes, like Keats he drew

Up scenes of grandeur, Poet\'s Corner fer

His end, naught was e\'er realized. LORD, what\'s true?

25Mar25b

Oh well.

So Much for Freighted Dinner Plans

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXLV)

Sweet afternoon with blue heavns to avail,

And cloud fluffs framed by golden light as thence

The touch of snow last week left grass green, whence

Buds seem the more pronounced upon that scale,

Life once again a pretty picture, frail

As aught else \'neath the surface, is\'t pretense?

A begger on the corner hawks from hence

Likeas they do in lesser cities\' tale.

The world that I grew up in\'s long gone, poor

Though all what, eh? No ice cream like we knew

For our dessert, but \"frozen dairy--\" fer

Vain hopes; it\'s choc\'late too. What do we do?

I could not bear the wreckage so as t\'were

Look past all; LORD, if only I\'d see You.

25Mar25c

Funny, but I\'m...thankful.

If My Head\'s Spinning, What Is New?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXLVI)

The thought of rain ere dawn, with Barry\'s thence

And shortbread, fades somehow whileas t\'avail

I craft our breakfast, omelets\' pretty tale

Still too Amer\'can nor quite French, ah whence?

This project still has long to go fr\'intents,

Is\'t? Starbucks for the drink my niece would fail

To get in her own cup, yet praise, the trail

As t\'were to cherished haunts seems like defense.

My fav\'rite her\'tage greens old, lunch in tour

With rolls, I\'ll try to do my taxes, to

Be foiled as wont until a friend comes fer

All that erm, to my rescue. Dinner through

His visit just the party I\'d bestir

Last night and far too perfect, LORD\'s of You.

26Mar25a