WATCH for the truth of yourself.
SALVE the wounds, patch the holes.
FLOWN by the moments, and receding.
GRAPH? Bend it upward in this stretch!
Whence a Spark?
RATTY carpets, ratty sofas.
VAPID arguments, blaring screens.
FRAIL old age of the culture. Pull the
DRAPEs and sleep until its done?
Blankety-blank
FLOWN are all my muse’s musings; I
SALVE my sadness with a sigh, and
WATCH the blank page turning blanker;
GRAPHic nothing strikes my eye.
Fast!
TRAIT: super-speed, so fast he dodges rain-drops, the
FLASH! In the movie, there’s a rain of babies to the
PLAZA below. He saves them all! How? Speed and glucose.
STORK? Now a total Flash fan, her labors not in vain.
Dumbing down
When a friend called some church choruses VAPID
People in the congregation would get RATTY. They’d
DRAPE their minds in a movement rapid, though
FRAIL pale words and music will drive one batty.
Finery
GRAVY boat and silver ewer,
COUCH upholstered in mulberry silk,
GUARD dog’s pedigree fit for peer of realm,
SLATE of the terrace lacks only for happy feet.
Lord Peter
SPURN lesser comforts, he does, donning
MOCHA leather gloves, adjusting the monocle, brief
LAUGH to let you in on the joke, even as his
OMEGA watch ticks unironic time.
Splendid Forever
TRACK yourself by goods, by fame, by glory?
PRICE is steep. You weren’t made for goods, for fame, for glory.
LUPUS, death, the wolf, howling at night on your trail, will
WRING from you your treasure. Seek what is splendid forever.
Note: I did some catching up for this week. (I altered dates so that they look like they came out on the expected day, only because it helps me track which days I’ve done and it helps me with the linkage to prior day’s Quordle words–I do this, but it’s just “bookkeeping” to help me–it’s not an expected practice, Quordle poems can be published as late as anyone wants.).
Rivalry
SPURN the making of my bona fide
MOCHA, will you, mocker! And
LAUGH because I call my café Alpha to
OMEGA, you eater of alfalfa.
What fills the empty spaces
NURSE no grudge. Anger is a religion whose
MECCA is a citadel of ruin and solitude.
HAUTEur is corrosive enough. But anger? Have no
TRUCK! The empty spaces exist to be filled with joy and grace.