Yield, Winter

SLUSH all around, winter’s dirty dregs building into plea:
YIELD, winter! Make way for dappled sun, mild breezes,
REVUE of flowers blooming, color palette restored,
REPELling grays and closed horizons of winter blues.

Life’s Limits

FUZZY dreams lingering at dawn, head seems filled by
PLIER of counterfeit visions; vapors yet have such pull.
AWAKE, I face narrow choices, each made without
RESET or redo. Fluid dreams give way to life’s limits.

Slow Boat Chase

ELUDE I the Doge’s men again, as my
ELFIN graced gondoliere bests pursuit? Or:
WRECK of my fortunes, capture, swift judgment,
CANAL then crossed sighing on bridge of sighs.

Captain Jack Minnow

PLANK I walk narrowly now for failed
SALSA heist upon seas of Spanish Main.
FRANK marineros give me odds of death, yet of a sternness I am
FORGEd. Captain Jack Minnow swims to the Isle of Tortuga, hands tied behind back.

In reverse

The meal was of immense VALUE,
but one look at the DEBIT
card made me feel LOUSY.
My wife, in her generous way, called me an inGRATE!

GRATE my bones and gnash my teeth,
DEBIT my flesh and graze my skin.
LOUSY with pain and an occasional flea,
I VALUE my life still, ‘spite a sword wound from kin.