ludic verbosity for the win
For whom the BELLE
tolls; sorry SHAKY
spelling – I need a PSALM
at my life STAGE.
‘BELLE’ reappears after only a few days, like a
PSALM long known that often comes to mind. In this
SHAKY time, three funerals in one week, I need
STAGE posts in the dusk to carefully tread to.
CLOSE to the swing doors leading to the
SERVEry, I’m favoured with frequent
AROMAS from the kitchen, and waitresses passing. ‘Hey
FILLY!’ a bumptious customer calls. And is ignored.
SHAKY grasp on the two ways:
PSALM One’s rooted tree, drinking delight or rootless chaff, dry carried away.
BELLE senses truth, yet finds in glamor a delight that pulls her into the wind.
STAGE glory: who seeks a rooted place, when role can be had to dazzle?
SHAKY voice pierces the low bustling hum like a
BELL, Eagerly calling for the crowd’s attention.
PSALM texts written centuries ago still hold center
STAGE for addressing modern hearts.
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SHAKY, PSALM, BELLE, STAGE
SERVE on helpdesk frontlines, lunch late to grab
FILLY cheesesteak, add mayo–my choice. Hectic in
CLOSE of my buzzing mind, users’ nerves and mine. Try stray, peaceful thoughts.
AROMA of peppers lingers when I’m back. All else today smells of adrenaline.
AROMA of hay and manure
SERVEs to stir the competitive spirit;
FILLY eager to be released, always
CLOSE to jumping the gate.
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SERVE, FILLY, CLOSE, AROMA
THROB and thrum of party carries on evening air.
COYLY, night withholds its message; instead
ENSUEs variety: many sleep, some make love, some fret, some few slink.
ABOVE, eyes needing no light trace a story we cannot see through the dark.
ABOVE the conniving, the masses
THROB with envious sedition,
COYLY wink at each other; the King’s laughter
ENSUEs.
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