Dirge for another year gone by

Gold cherry

By drhilarius

Sat, 22 Jun 2024
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7 comments
 

 

 

What do I do

of these penny pastiches

limp and coddled and shy

from the wise seeds

of wit and wonder

grow these superflous weeds

that stutter and flutter awry.

 

Yes, I have harbored 

arduous passions --

untempered and too keen --

in want of a dalliance 

of rather noble valiance 

that makes society 

weep, laugh and be seen.

 

In my long addled hours

filled with coffee spoons and desires

iridescent butterflies 

appear sometimes on the window sill

against blue skies 

and the miniature skyscrapers 

and flap furtive wings in askance still. 

 

So, what do I do 

of these penny pastiches 

that flutter and stutter awry

Heart says :

There's still time, there's still time 

and there will be time 

once some things pass me by. 

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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

poetry sometimes passes us by but some sticks, like now. 

 

Submitted by marandina on

"So, what do I do 

of these penny pastiches 

that flutter and stutter awry"

 

That's a wonderful poem.

 

Submitted by marandina on

This wonderful poem is our Facebook and X/Twitter Pick of the Day.

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I'm so glad this made it to the daily picks because I missed it when you posted. It is a wonderful poem - thank you for sharing, and congratulations on the golden cherries!

 

Submitted by drhilarius on

delighted about the golden cherries! 

thank so you much for the kind words, insert, celticman and marandina. 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Sublime and so finely written. Wonderful to read on a sunny afternoon.

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

A favorite line: 

In my long addled hours

filled with coffee spoons and desires . . .

Much enjoyed.

Rich