Conservatives like,
IPA lovers, confuse
Alpha acid-bitterness
With Richness and Quality.
Bussokusekika
Works in Progress
Oh, how time has flown,
These five years, since your passing.
And yet, much remains
As it was before you left;
Consistently progressing.
~~
Not that you would know;
So invested, as you were,
In the status quo.
~~
Wait! That last harsh barb,
So bitter and unworthy,
Harkens back to grimmer times;
Long buried seething fury.
~~
So, the status quo
Remains beneath the surface
Like long neglected hunger.
~
I suppose healing
Sojourns can consume lifetimes;
And perhaps, even longer.
Sunset
As the day closes
Upon this, once homey, place,
He regards the horizon
And unstoppable darkness.
Gossamer Wreathes
Behold these lost trees
Adrift on gossamer seas
Waiting for the slightest breeze
To free them from foggy wreathes
Paintbrush Valley
Autumn colors rise
As temperatures commence
Halting downward meanders
Toward Winter’s monochrome.
TreasureDiscarded
This wee opuscule
Is but a passing fancy;
An object, found in passing,
Occupying some free time.
Chaotic Good
Although we struggle
To exist in harmony
Often the ordered cosmos
Finds a few loose threads to pull
Camouflage
All too often now
This, once majestic, banner
Serves as callous camouflage
For ice-cold greed and flaming hate.
Paradoxic Crux
Caught between the rocks
Of grieving over treasures
Lost yet also reveling
In pleasure over finding
In This Pond
One stately heron
Stands amid gaggling geese,
Isolated, bless his heart,
A liberal in Dixie.
Relativity
Time is no constant!
It’s ficklely relative.
The more that passes,
the faster it passes by!
Humility
All the works of man
Are but imperfect ashlars
Because despite all our skills
We’ll not surpass the master.
The Silent Audience
When one feels compelled
To shout in the wilderness
At least they can rest assured
Silently felled trees will hear.
From The Bird’s Nest
When the Lark sleeps in
The Owl gets a chirping
For allowing such a thing.
Who? He asks in innocence.
