© Jane Bled 2016-2017
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Buttress the weight of drowsy dawn.
Perspicacious pinks link pinkies
To adorn soot-screened cumuli.
Otherwise dismal palettes —
Rouge rounded rectangles
O’er hoary horizons.
Luxurious lemon crema lightens
Flaming fanfare for anvil-atmosphere;
Fanfaronade feeds on kindled air.
A new day arises,
Laundered with the laudanum
Of lavender lethargy.
Simplifies sundry pleasures.
Ohisama gives a gentle chuckle
At the clucking tongues
Of mother hens and wayward geese
Taking detours through backyards,
Walloping wings clipped to crosshairs.
They don’t do much to populate
(We, the people)
But spare plenty-‘o’-pellets
Toting full clips and crucifixes —
Salvation comes at a price too steep
For pennies to pay the sum
Out of pocket.
Sun God urges the land to look-see,
Not to idolize:
“You will never etch this moment
On a firmament as pristine again,
So pick up your pen
And ink the future:
A perfect likeness
Of how the past began.”
I believe Him;
Thus, I write.
Note: “Sun God” is not to be confused with megalomaniacs who play Deus ex machina. My version of Helios is benevolent and selfless; encouraging the best in his people as he lightens their lives with his unconditional love.
I proffer my gratitude, readers.