Poem: Forecast

 

Forecast

 

bees drift yellowy drunk.

tadpoles drowse glazy on stream.

hummers, even, yaw to stutter, 

emeraldruby floats  

in a mobile of breeze.

 

the sky lounges, 

mountainous on bolsters of fleece,

above jellyfish willow trees

wallowing azure-green

in indolent ponds.

no drop of rain disturbs

sleepy sprigs of lucky clover,

no storm to tremble paintbrushed tufts.

or torpor-inebriated moss.

 

maybe some comedy,

noon’s comely rest,

awaits charger and prince;

but no princess cares 

and none appears

and yet 

you can almost hear the dandelions

murmurous from abandon,

happy in their escape.

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10/26 lots of mods. very hard to work this style

9/26 ... i don't know

shakespearian theme

4/26 ... not really a message i get, 

7/4/25 mod me up daddy