Blue is the

Hue of cold

Few are too

True to fold

.

White as the

Bright o'day

Light as the

Flight o'spray

.

Play is the

Way, she picks

Play of the

Day with kicks

.

Her Romance

Performance

Blurred entrance

For distance

.

Vying hot

Trying not

Flying fraught

Buying naught

.

Leaps up high

Keeps aside

Sweeps astride

Steep snow glide

.

Music's on

Muse is gone

Using and re-

'Fusing none

.

Careless moves

Fearless hooves

Prayerless proves

Flair removes

.

Danced too well

Pranced and fell

Trance and spell

Chants the knell

.

Thrice she dips

Icy hips

Twice she slips

Pricely trips

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Waltz dance: The basic steps of a waltz include three step counts: slow – quick – quick. This sequence is repeated twice to create a box step. Timing is: 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 or 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

A gait as brisk

As the wind so passing

Bites my hands and face

Back again

So soon

Just like last time

But different as weather's caprices

And mercury is trapped in cylindrical free-fall

And red is its warning for me

As my blood curdles

To the helplessness

I feel when challenging

An entire planet

Perhaps I should stand down

Deft

mute

Dumb

Blind.

Bereft

Naive

Inattentive

Unwise.

Inept

Obtuse

impressionable

mind.

Up to my eyeballs in a cold world

that suddenly turns around and gets hot

the moment you mention the afflictions that waste you

and their conversational prodding suggests that

“everybody’s a little x” or “everybody’s a little z”

and that’s my cue to beeline away from their version

of my life’s narrative where they demand top billing.

People as a Meatball

December 21, 2024

I am using both the picture and idea of another

Then, applying my math skills to analyze

Imagine

Taking all nearly 8.2 billion people on Earth

And grind them into one meatball

How big would it be?

Figure 3 cubic feet per person

Times 8.2 billion

That would be 24.6 billion cubic feet

The volume of a sphere is (4/3)(Pi)(radius)^3

So, the radius of this sphere would be 3870 feet

Central Park, in NYC is .5 miles by 2.5 miles

This meatball would fit

Perhaps hanging over a bit if perfectly round

But, a definite fit if squished just a bit

Think of it as snug

Then, don't think of it ever again

Today’s cocktail of chemicals and apathy

brought me to skinned knees and compressed headaches

with today’s lost marbles

rolling all over the shop

but the will to suffer morning’s snarling bully

is fodder enough for me to wake up with a determined pulse

driven by an insatiable appetite to not self destruct

and I will clamp down upon your ignorant notions

that I try to bury in pharmaceutical haze

A brunette gave me the brushoff

In a brutally brusque fashion,

Like a burly baseball pitcher

Throwing a brushback at me.

I am neither a burnout nor a brute,

But I wanted to burrow far away

To hide my burnt soul and psyche

And start over in another burg.

Yes, Madre, I am breathing-- Listen

the beauty of a thought in the hallow

of an Amaryllis blossom singing

caught me short, as if placing second

in some marathon operetta

second running, because I'm catching up

in Harmony all these years to the Melody above

Yes, Madre, I'm calling it a Life--

And I am, breathing low, in surrender

to the emotion that has me rooted still

at the pump, that which is pumping blood

for some unanticipated trip between

these hemispheres I call one, and precious

--heart, or brain, or the soul that twines

the pause of understanding, our silence

in the hum, that withhold, for which I'm living

--a seed planted amid the Pine Barren

Yes, Madre, in awe, I am breathing just a little