DEBIT required of treasury of merit (if it existed):
SPORT mad parents, with this much effort could teach children the world, yet
QUOTA of trophies and camps and wins is never full,
USING up themselves and family in hectic chase.
Author: David Wright
Tough Venue
CRICK tossed by
SHIED horse, then
VENOM spider bitten scrabbling on the bank:
VENUE makes urban life shine.
Night Thoughts
NIGHT.
EVERYone harbors now those thoughts the sun could hold at bay
:
MANOR or shack, no dwelling can shelter against the tide of the night.
Note: the first and only Quordle poem to date where I used punctuation for one of the words. COMMA would also be possible.
Factionalism
STINT a faction of voice and place for long, then
WEDGE, gaining power, will splinter structure,
BUGLE will sound, martiality metastasize,
RIGOR assert itself where grace had no purchase, give grace no purchase.
Fear Will Do The Work
DEMON runs out onto the stage.
SOOTY motes trail unseen from scarlet
SCARF. He smiles, charms, the sardonic
EMCEE: let the crowd’s fears do the work.
Job Application
IDLER in the lot kicks weeds in pavements cracks,
BELCH of smoke from mill stacks reminds: he must apply, yet
VIVID dreams of different work, of creative venture,
TEASE at his resolve. Will he go home not having tried?
Prince of the Zero Sum
PAUSE–not likely, deliberation not priced in,
POUND, more his speed, he blusters for the win.
GLOAT, exactly his speed, prince of the zero sum.
EXALT himself he will, enslaved to his own drum.
Cancelled Debts
OWING more every day of spirit’s currency,
ARRAY of commissions, above all omissions:
SINGE of Eden’s sword reminds I should not be so.
DEBITs though: every one cancelled, my account alway over full.
Towering to the Eye
WOVEN to outshine Bayeux’s, tapestry resplendent with
OLIVE, indigo, goldenrod, vermillion, lilac, each thread a
PLANK in structure that towers to the eye. The work
OUTGOes cloth: fabric becomes theater, becomes cosmos.
Brutalism
CIVIC center, brutalist concrete slab.
SLAIN all attempt at grace or soaring flight,
CLING to what might have been, dream somehow you
SNUCK ornament or proportion into the design.