Anticlimactic mood after February 18th, 2021 snow storm subsided

rew4er2nail

I hate spoiler alert

regarding weather forecasters prediction,

especially when meteorologist

wannabe spouse doth blurt

out impending blizzard

which never materializes.

 

Yours truly humbled and enamored

when Mother Nature

singly and/or nsync with old man winter

looses propensity to wreak havoc

and/or blankets landscape

I fondly think back

remembering '96 storm of the century.

 

At that time January 1996

me and the missus timesharing

Shawnee on the Delaware

ardently striving, yet

unsuccessful conceiving Blizzard Baby.

 

Now far beyond procreative age,

(though I wistfully envisage

begetting another progeny -

simultaneously stretching credulity

to breaking point)

all things considered

exhaustion would peter out

after capitulation of divining rod

necessitating lifetime to recoup energy.

 

Bound within figurative four walls

of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania domicile

courtesy appreciable snowfall,

I direct energy crafting poem.

 

Yours truly will actually

refrain comestibles despite feeling hungry -

lest metabolism to digest food

decreases potential alertness,

and full belly finds me

ready able and willing

to doze immediately into deep slumber.

 

Hungry stomach in tandem

with eventful weather

sends surge of giddiness

coursing thru body electric

crackling, popping, and snapping

(while O Captain My Captain)

came to witty man (me) suddenly

enervating with poignant pregnant expectancy

papa pondering his empty nest syndrome

analogously attempting to offset void

 

coaxing poem into existence

unsure how literary endeavor

(mine) will thrive

amidst well suited

panoply of prolific writers,

whose unseen fingers

hop lightly and gracefully

across qwerty computer keyboard

akin to heavy armed soldiers

with fearlessness and deliberation

heading off to war to acquire poetic license.

 

Meanwhile chafed knuckles

of one garden variety primate

previously scraping along tundra

(methinks I espy frozen Mastodon)

(before twenty first century caveman

learned to stand erect)

endeavors to strike letter combinations

eliciting, facilitating, and generating

enticing curb appeal.

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 18th, 2021 20:40
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 14
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    'coaxing poem into existence
    unsure how literary endeavor
    (mine) will thrive
    amidst well suited
    panoply of prolific writers,
    whose unseen fingers
    hop lightly and gracefully
    across qwerty computer keyboard
    akin to heavy armed soldiers
    with fearlessness and deliberation
    heading off to war to acquire poetic license.'
    forget mere 'thrive', you sir: soar unmasking lanes we never knew existed, with that unique style and your insistence to breathe art into life's everyday - dreary!
    I for one, look forward to your next share dear poet, every time



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