Greetings, plucky travelers! Another day, another thankful pleasure to make your acquaintances.
Our last post was heavier than the scale even measures, so while today’s is less somber, it’s still vaguely tangential to our former musings. Alas, everything is connected anyway so there’s no escaping the pseudo-maudlin. Or is there?
Not much preamble today, I’ve written a number of decent jokes, but none fit with today’s theme, so we’ll just have to content ourselves with the usual dithering hogwash. Is it arduous to wash a hog? Confusing to wrangle and perform, thereby eliciting its modern definition? Hogwash, if you ask me, “I’m going to give this poem a buttermilk bath. My mother used to bathe her poem in buttermilk when it got dirty”. Who am I to question the sagacity of Mrs. Zuckerman?
“De/Void”, July 4, 2021.
Rare capricious friend is hope
Life raft or the ocean’s deep
Peaceful climb and abrupt slope
Puny hop to massive leap.
When residing firm within
Ally counters any foe
Yet in absence much akin
Arcane summoner of woe.
Twin meanings of an anchor
Spinning coin, vacillate sides
Abject peace or chill rancour
Within decision resides.
Perhaps not every day
Will blaze cinder’s titan flame
Still clutch tight to wily fey
Stoke low embers, stake your claim.
Much like mercurially shifting clouds above, sometimes clarity is temporarily obstructed, but it’s only a matter of time before the sun penetrates, or the wind dissipates, and the harmonious cerulean panorama re-exerts its proper dominance. Is it a comfort or a terror to know that everything, good or bad, is impermanent? I’m undecided but at least we’re assured variety.
Poem notes: “every” is a super annoying term in regard to meter, as it easily reads as 2 or 3 syllables. What an utter scamp of a word. Still, always useful, if not convenient. Consider yourself properly admonished and praised, dear term, and let the great oscillation in the sky carry on it’s unabashed ambiguity.
What’s the deal with anchors? [Please read prior sentence in Jerry Seinfeld voice] Are they holding you firm and providing stability? Or preventing forward progress, halting important advancement? It’s a bizarrely enigmatic notion.
Remember, “the fair” is hardly the only veritable smorgasbord out there, so never settle for scraps when life’s true cornucopia beckons.
Go in peace, and go with hope.
Happy Trails and Waggy Tales.
-Alex Blaikie
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A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.
Everything is connected in every way; we all depend on each other; the preacher has to depend on church people, the barber has to depend on the baker and depend on the barber, the employer must depend on the employees and and the wealthy and the rich must depend on the middle class and poor to remain the powers that be, and etc.
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I have to say that you, good sir (or madame?), are powerfully entertaining and a source of richness on my this here The One Intertubes. Thank you for your poems and introductions. It’s great to hear a mind at work. =)
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Thank you so much! Incidentally, it’s sir, but you’re making me think I should slip in some pronouns somewhere on the page. Again, I’m so pleased my mind at work is appreciated. That’s really the point❤️
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ON HAIKU
💜 Dreaming
A Dream is Woven
Of Memories Spoken
Delivering Wisdom Tokens
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You are incredibly kind. Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to comment, let alone “compose”. You are greatly appreciated❤️
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💜 As ARE YOU!!! My Friend, YOU!!! ARE Most Welcome and Thank YOU!!! for YOUR!!! Kind Words; it’s a Pleasure to Share and Serve, Stay Strong and Serene
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And any and every other positive word that starts with “S” well!❤️
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Enjoyed your evereverie (not sure if it’s everreverie or evereverie). Ev’ry cinder can not aspire to be a cinder-block, or a blockhead, or even a Cinderella if there are no pumpkins in the dawn of flying pigs who will not eat them or fly to hog heaven. People in glass houses shouldn’t throw anchors, but should get on a fishing boat and bring home the bacon if they come across a hog flying next to an albatross that they can shoot down.
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I enjoyed that response very much, sir. Thank you so much for reading and even more for taking the time to write in. I truly appreciate your efforts ❤️
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You really got me at “What an utter scamp of a word.” 😂 Love your writing and poetry!
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Thank you very much! It’s truly an honour to have readers at all, let alone ones who take the time to reach out. Thanks again and all the best, madame!
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