CAW..CAW..CAW !

 

poem by L.P.-G.

DEAR MR. ELIOT, I'D LOVE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS RE: 'MAY'

                                                                         

 

Perhaps T.S. Eliot

Got it all wrong;

Early May

Usurps April as

"Misery Prolonged" !

Chilly, raw days

Plague multiple states;

I don't want to see

What gloom still awaits !!

poem by L.P.-G. / May 2023

MAY DAY REDUX [REDUX!]

                                                                   

My lilacs have yet

To bloom today;

So what say those

Delicate buds of May?

Now every so often

This month may fall short:

Bearing coldness and dampness,

With a need to import

Not only lilacs,

But roses and lilies;

Guess a more 'dazzling'

Spring-time

Remains my

Achilles' !!

Poem by L.P.-G. / May 2023

SWEET DUCKY DARLINGS (spied just this very morning!)

                                                                  

Bright molten green

Drips down toward his wing,

His fine lady plainly stays dappled;

An impromptu discourse

Adorns my damp yard;

 Whilst wobbling webbed feet

Appear shackled...

He eyes her small speckles

Of soft, winsome brown,

Melded 'round pin-tips of gray;

The rain glistens down,

And stirs up sweet sounds,

As those two

   Look forward to May !

poem by L.P.-G / copyright April 2023

TWISTING THE VERY LAWS OF PHYSICS?

                                                             

Our ancestors yearned to be birds;

They longed to fly, much

Like chariots in the sky.

Night-flights, Ascensions,

Assumptions,

And Resurrections

Are at the very root

   Of that ardent aspiration...

Many envy the

"Spring in One's Step",

That which allows the wearer

Magical powers;

(An 'edge', if you will ) ...

Yet, what say Ockham's razor

To such fanciful thinking ?

Horses can't fly; ordinary persons

Don't glide on thermal plains...

If looking dubiously on

Grand-scale levitation, know that

Independent corroboration

Has its place; Chariots in the

    Sky are the essence of fables.