Yet where is now if all you see unto
Is then? Or what is now, when all as t\'were
Must be eclipsed by what shall be? We do
Not see afar off, LORD, are foiled in tour
By earthly dreams, deceived, whence, where to?
17Apr25b
But oh! I can still see the table set in her dining room and all of us around it.
I Don\'t Have Seder These Days
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCXII)
The mourning dove in that grey note of whence
Whose hope of yonder sees no light t\'avail,
Yet clings to Hope, is like a voice whose trail
To far beyond these realms yields sheer defense,
And thus, in that sheer twilight pray fr\'intents
Not knowing what shall be or whither, bail
A question. Geese honk after, sparrows hail
At sunrise, and the robins sang ere thence.
Put on the kettle for lo, Barry\'s, stir
The blinds ope for a hint of light, and blue
Skies answer in the first rays none seem tour
In, calm upon th\'expanse \'cept traffic through
The hours, yet distant. Shortbread melts as t\'were
Within my mouth, and LORD, I\'d wait on You.
18Apr25a
...let\'s say I\'m \"just thinking.\"
Tis Dangerous, Forsooth, Yet...
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCXIII)
So, yesterday a headache plagued me, bail
Sheer sleep so long forgone? On lack, what thence?
Trying to craft breakfast was a wild thing sense
Could not resolve until this morning, frail
Though aught excuse, and porridge dear detail
Was pulled off then, though now I marvel, whence?
What\'s living in a dream? Or was\'t fr\'intents
A fog so thick the pall of now\'d avail?
Rain forecast for the next week running, poor
Light is our fare, as if to see the blue
Heavns sans a blot is what May shall as t\'were
Bring back with flowrs and huge bouquets, as\'t woo
In Summer\'s early hours. Right now, bestir
In us to seek Thy face, oh LORD, of You.
18Apr25b
You DO know per Gene and Jude\'s ketchup is NOT allowed.
Did I Forget the Pickles or Something?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCXIV)
Sit high and dry with nary cue from whence,
The sheer suggestion haunting like\'d avail,
Til I am watching \'non the clock sans bail,
Both crafting some new dish which uses thence
Pastrami, King\'s Hawaiian rolls fr\'intents,
And Mozzerella, knowing if they hail
Me it can\'t be til---and just which detail?
But I tell me \"relax, you\'ve got--\" what hence?
No, not an hour. Now scramble to as t\'were
Be somewhere else and fast, as if that\'d do.
Rain forecast, how it waits for nightfall, pure
And simply, coming down in buckets to
Derail aught, when I\'m stuck indoors, where fer
All that beat music pulses. Ah, the view!
18Apr25c
I keep having to do a classic double take.
It\'s Freaky Weird, Not Cool, I Tell Ya
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCXVI)
From \"Boy George\" hairstyles to \"big hair\" the sense
Of nineteen eighties forty years since\'d hail
With Converse hightops, crop tops: aught detail
Culls mem\'ries of our youth, whilst that pretense
Falls flat, new children flaunting our fads, whence
Art thou confused? I is. I used t\'avail
My preteen self in three pairs of to scale
\"Slouch socks,\" and roll my cuffs fr\'intents.
No Mickey Mouse huge tee shirts though, in tour,
And Betty Boop does not yell from the view,
Nay, that\'s MY era. Leggings prance \'bout fer
Good measure and hoop earrings bob anew,
Whilst nary \"acid wash\" or \"dark wash\" stir,
You can\'t escape the sense we\'ve what?! Lost who?
18Apr25d