#mundanelife
Here I still linger
Though I mustn't dither
Tis' neither hither nor thither
Just another tenday
Of the lackadaisical mundane
Then,
a brief, yet welcome stray
A customer with a whimsical name
"How do you do, Mr. Errol Kettle?"
I picture you as a halfling;
A humble shopkeeper
In the Humblewood
But nay,
One cannot dilly-dally this day!
I have towels, and bedsheets and clothes,
smocks and dishcloths I must fold
this way, that way, square-ways
Doesn't matter,
I must away!
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 3:24 AM UTC
This Christmas is cold.
Even as the moon is scalding
To the heat of the stars
In the humid air
Of the hidden sun.
My heart reaches out to closest flames
But they are in full-fledged fuel
For their own
Feisty foolish fellowships
Furiously festive in the ignorant bliss
Such is the permafrost
Of no welcoming arms
And so, I host Revenge
Who welcomed Bitterness
In my thoughts
While suffering from the sinister snowstorm
I alone perhaps have made this night cold
Cold enough
To trick me to sleep
In tears, only my dreams are warm enough
To thaw but a single thumb
Frozen and Alone
I fade. Evaporating into the clouds
I am part of what will be
Rain, wadding the earth
In a pool
I will remind them of loneliness
I
Will be the cold
Next Christmas is cold
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 10:04 AM UTC