Cheeky Missy
Like, How On Earth?
...literally.
Where I Never Dared To Dream
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCLXXVII)
Seems long ere dawn, yet moves too fast, th\'all hail
To cover for a shift with nary thence
E\'en time to showr--dress; pack food, leave fr\'intents
As if a midnight call, on that detail
Of four hours\' sleep, no more, where how the trail
Opes out to more than I dared dream is\'t hence?
How can lo, little me, do this? Defense
Is where? I hafta retrain who? Where\'s bail?
Yet how aught seems to figure itself for
All that out whilst I try anon to do
What I know, others helping as it were
Til what is left? Seems like a party?! Who
Shall sanction that? But let\'s do pizza! Stir
A stuffed with pepperoni. La, who knew?
07Apr25a
...I guess.
Tis April Now, After All
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCLXXVIII)
Snow flirts with fears of yonder \'neath the dense
Grey region clouds forbidding, til, t\'avail,
Light pierces through with just an eye to hail
Aught left below, blue skies now peeking thence
Upon these greening \'scapes which birds from hence
Flit through with merry calls in tow, the frail
Hope of far better than we knew like bail
As I\'m alone, yet not at night, like, whence?
Fears of grave inches on my car in tour
Quelled by the mere flirtation passing through
And ceasing, come, behold: chartreuse astir
Winks from the distant stand of trees anew.
Where shadows feign would gather, say\'s not poor
The day we had. LORD, was it not of You?
07Apr25b
...Or?
It\'s Called How to End a Dream
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCLXXIX)
How early ev\'ning is a pretty tale
Of greening lawns that bits of heavn eye hence,
Where gilded clouds lurk back from here is\'t thence?
As if the sun would call likeas t\'avail
Yet from afar.Thus in that light\'s detail
List to John Bunyan\'s Pilgrim Progress, whence
I gain anew perspective, like defense,
The sun in mine eye as if sheer bail.
He\'s lost his dad quite suddenly--is\'t poor
I offer to take lo, his shift? whenas he knew
That I was ser\'ous, he, with tears, in tour
Quite thankful, left for home. Say not I\'ll rue
It. Cruel souls have the upper hand. Bestir
Thy mercies, LORD: deliver us, won\'t You?
07Apr25c