Inventory of Life (Vers Libre)

Upon taking an honest, introspective inventory of life
Do we not encounter a nearly palpable awareness
Of our multiverse’s magnitude and magnificence
The, perhaps, divine omnipotence and omnipresence

Do we not frequently behold such enormity and ubiquity
Interwoven within each rainbow’s dazzling technicolor
Upon fragile flower blossoms glistening with dewdrops
Coexisting beneath the dawn’s early light sunbeams

Hear it within the awakened songbird’s impromptu symphony
The ocean’s surging roar and waterfall’s ceaseless rush
A busy at play, carefree child’s timeless, uninhibited giggles
Our euphoric oohs and aahs; as well as the contented sighs

Feel it within the comforting warmth of a loved one’s held hand
The beating heart’s pulse coursing; circulating subcutaneously
The temperate, summer sunlight cast upon our welcoming faces
The temperamental, winter storm antithesis; its cold shoulder chill

Sense the fragrance at rain shower’s end
The saline scent of the brisk sea breeze
The sweet smell of freshly cut blades of grass,
Our aromatic, home baked, daily bread

Taste the perspiration of an honest day’s work
The character of both joy’s and sorrow’s tears
The distinctive flavor of kisses that unite and invite
The spiciness of life’s shared attributes and diversity

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Stay Publicly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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Watching Worrying Wondering

 

Watching the late summer sunset through the real world window
Ten nimble fingers commit black font phrases onto the white field
All is one mere copy and paste away from the launching platform
Notions, once liberated, attain light velocity all across the WWW.

Worrying overwhelms, knowing the misinformed, misguided sheeple
Pledge undeserved. unconditional allegiance to the surly absolutist
He’s their praise junkie hero; a zero who knows not, wrong from right
Trumps day with night, right with might; Tramples black with white.

Wondering, as fireflies, moon and stars strain through the darkness
How could anyone accept his diseased, decayed, devastated world?
As crossed forearms now cradle weary head, crickets sing a lullaby
Once dreams query reality, can a brilliant answer arrive with sunrise?

 

 

Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is today the day?

 

Human vulnerability and mortality fuel the undercurrent
Undercurrent of doom washes over the consciousness
The mind wanders / wonders / worries; Is today the day?

Will the teamed up scourge; pitiless overlord and minion
Akin to a knows-no bounds, jackbooted marauder / intruder
Kick down our doors; pummel our bodies into lifelessness?

Fill in his name, opportunistic overlord deems virus his minion
The virus laughs its ass off; knows fully well vice versa applies
The power-struggle destined / doomed to end in stalemate?

The subjugated bystanders; both the worried sick / sickened
Unproductively cry-out our outrage and / or cry our eyes dry
While all death liberated souls soar heavenward, we wonder?

Is today the day?
Is today the day?
Is today the day?

 

Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pandemic’s Panorama (vers libre)

 

Nightmares don’t awaken me. They greet my reluctantly opening
eyes at the dawn of each worthless, godforsaken, pandemic day.
Another groaned, “Oh gawd, not again”, best sums up my mood.

Damn it! Still imprisoned by that insufferable, infantile, narcissistic
ideologue, who walks hand-in-hand with a microbe. They set forth
on a whistle-stop tour thru the diseased nation of their own making.

Chronicling the passage of time are my rapidly growing lawn and
hedge; the clockwork-like blooming of the seasonal perennials: the
computer chronometer; the refuse / recycling trucks’ weekly arrival.

Throwing open the dining room curtains; that “Have a Nice Day”
scene aids and abets that unseen by the naked eye, lurking bio-
hazard. Even a minor miscue could mean it’s curtains! I’m toast!

Next up, the no motivation, no-frills food prep; that same old /
same old fare; all served up, piping hot, upon a table overlooking
the A.M., freeze frame, window to the world, that I no longer know.

From my front porch, I view my hood’s furloughed workers’ parked
grimy cars; windshields plastered by avian, avant-garde artists. The
once unnoticed, whooshing breezes, cast an otherworldly ambience.

Endless hours spent surfing the Net; gaining solace from my blogging
and perusal of the written and split-screen content posted by other
socially isolating souls. Will our noble efforts wind up all for naught?

At times, come the unavoidable, leave my protective bubble, masked,
ventures into town, to post remittances and lay in provisions. I cherish
the “Do you think it’s gonna rain?” chitchat with a grocery store cashier.

Such impromptu confabs inspire a stray tear of joy; ditto that, my home
repairs’ completed Hail Mary Passes; when my hood’s rabbits don’t fear
and flee me; when I pluck a lucky four-leaf clover they hadn’t scarfed.

By dusk, more no-motivation, no-frills food prep; that same old /
same old fare, all served up, piping hot, upon a table overlooking
the P.M. freeze frame, window to the world, that I no longer know.

Evening brings binge re-watching of ancient dramas / sitcoms; narratives
so familiar, verbatim delivery of the protagonists’ lines comes EZ. By the
stroke of 12, it’s one more calendar rectangle to “x” off; time to nod off.