B.R.O.Y.G.

 

 
Blue daylight clear cloudless sky
Red dying leaves asking why
Orange liar: say bye-bye
Yellow underlying sly
Green amplifier, stay high
 
True delight 'rear clothe-less thigh'
Shed prying eaves basking nigh
Our change dire: Tuesday shy
Bellow! *gratifying sigh*
Between the pyres walking by

Cyanobacteria and Poision Ivy and Covid (oh my)

 

 
Closed, of course, we went to Burlington's shore.
Dozed, did we, forget it's twenty-twenty?
  Nosed, instead, park path to tree-house, no cure.
Rosed, three leaves, surrounded by so many!
 
Church, shops full, sidewalk restaurant tables.
Search, crowd masks; rarely a bare face in sight.
Merch, local: Bern, Ben, Jerry, things maple.
Lurch, ski slope. Is Champy a hoax? (not quite).
 
 
 
other Vermont to-see's:
 

Haiku  裏庭のアート  5-7-5  俳句  Backyard Art



Spring's leaves will struggle

春の葉は苦労します

to recall the pain of fall

秋の痛みを思い出す

because of new storms

新しい嵐のため


more:
 


image excerpts by Michael Soriano

    |   Modern Times   |   And How   |


Modern Times



I designed this poem to  s l o w  your  reading  pace  to  a  crawl.
Its titleAnd Howsuggests use of the investigative "six W’s".
Use of colloquialisms, syl·la·ble-breaks, [internal dialogue],
and 3rd person omniscient POV; as well as spoken aloud,”
emphasis,*added emphasis* and various tools of poetry
have been combined to paint a picture  in  your  mind
about something which I, personally, fear the most.

 

 

Book·ing-thru  their  big  pho·to  al·bum  book  (at)

un·fam·ili·ar  pla·ces  and  fa·ces when  (theez)

[  . . . got to get bet·ter - not too up·set, we’re . . . ]

pe·ople  in  this  room  claim:  that’s  young  me  wear(ing)

 

look·ing-a·skew  with  squints  and  guard·ed  looks  (that)

[  . . . wrought true; fret ne·ver - blot new debt let·ter . . . ]

seem  un·hap·py  their life’s crap·py *my* ... what(eav’z)

spy·ing  fro·zen  strange  day-dreams  in  time  stare(ing)

 

[  . . . aught you bet whe·ther - hot dew sweat sweat·ter . . . ]

nook·ing-brew  this  knocks  stuff  from  brain  nook,  (fat)

chance  of  that  -  I  dont  say  to  crowd  of  who?  (Friendz)

[  . . . thought grew: met bet·ter - fraught shrew threat fet·ter! . . . ]

weve  al·rea·dy  said,  known  whole  life·time  *glare(ing)*

 

gob·ble·dey·gook·ing-slew  hop·ing  I  gob(smackt)

 [  . . . rot through abet·ter - slaught sprue sun-sett·er! . . . ]

them;  flare  my  scare·y  eyes.   Do  you  know  where  (pleadz)

all  these  pic·tures mem·or·ies,  now,  are  hide(ing)?