Cheeky Missy
Capricious?! and A Study in Contrasts
Go figure.
A Study in Curious Contrasts, Is\'t?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCCXCIX)
Where rain was forecast we\'d a dust storm, frail
As what?! Where she\'d warn all \"Beware--\" I thence
Stepped oer the threshhold boldly, with a sense
She maunt forbear, although she tried. Bewail
The sheer perverseness? Cherry Chai\'s detail
Tastes more like spice than cherry?! In defense
Baristas craft all drinks their way; from hence
I\'ll not miss but the first one ordered. Bail?
It\'s pepperoni, but discoloured, poor
As hopes and dreams, yet such must ver\'ly do.
I was as years ago, is that as t\'were
So awful? Taen aback, they let me, to
Be certain, this odd dance like in tour
As wont, where, LORD, how badly I need You!
18May25a
Seriously.
Which Part Would You Say\'s Capricious?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCD)
Steam wafts up in morn\'s fragile eye, suspense
Upon its toes in Sunday gear to scale,
Where songs now fill the peaceful air\'s exhale,
Chill subtly creeping in if aught from thence
Sit still, a license for the ovn if hence
We\'ve projects wanting heat, as Barry\'s trail
To yonder might suggest, though to avail
Me feigns tis under wraps or mere pretense.
She thanks me heart\'ly for lo, calling her
On my way home just after dawn, the view
Sans int\'rest where I\'m wanting Barry\'s. Were
It crazy? But I\'m sipping mine ere through
Upon the phone. We\'ve fruits and veggies. Stir
No dreams, eh? LORD, be magnified, won\'t You?
18May25b
*sigh*
That\'s Why These Are Called Vignettes
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCDI)
Cool breaths \'non ply the tendrils whose detail
Of wispy hairs about my face are thence
Fine in one sense, yet in another, whence?
A card\'nal teases briefly, sparrows hail
From elsewhere, and the goldfinch on my trail
Who\'d earn smiles is back there, whilst none from hence
Seem nigh, this lonely place for all intents
Forsak\'n, yet basking in the light, t\'avail.
How shadows under these blue skies demur
To play, their deep gray with a note we do
Not spell out, yet know in our bones as t\'were,
And what is truly wanting in this view?
All seems at rest for sweetest minutes. Stir
Hope in the LORD, my soul. LORD, we wait You.
18May25c