But don’t they care about the noise they add?
To broadcast music in the local air
while building next to me? It makes me sad,
but don’t they care?
I heard it from within my napping chair,
and I’ll admit I felt a little mad.
I sent a gentle text about the blare.
The neighbor’s fast responding made me glad.
The music died and peace reigned everywhere
until the drilling started. Not as bad,
but don’t they care?
(Roundel)
I chopped and cooked a square meal yesterday.
It’s actually enough to serve for four.
The sky invited me – it glowered gray
and hung the intimation it could pour.
No task or errand lured my feet away
from making food that’s suitable to store.
I had to leave at three to venture north,
but I returned by eight and ate a fourth.
(Ottava Rima)
The autism spectrum appears to be wide –
more nuanced than visible light.
While some demarcations are identified
I doubt that the shrinks have it right.
When Sally said neurodivergent’s the word,
I think Siggy tossed in his grave,
and Carl’s ghost suggested the notion’s absurd
while others mapped out a brainwave.
I saw a street placard referring a bit
to variance in sanity.
Omitting a letter was appropriate:
it read Neurodiverity.
There will be times a growing person hates –
occasions of confusion or ill will,
when anger fills the heart and no debates
can settle feelings mixed and poised to spill.
A child’s ego grows and separates,
and needs to learn to handle well and ill.
Ambivalence in passion is the trend –
that’s why a parent shouldn’t act as friend.
(Ottava Rima)
Some people favor personality
and others espouse policies instead.
“I hate French food,” a fool once said to me,
and twice I’ve heard acquaintances declare
that they won’t read a novel if they see
the movie adaptation first, as if
both treatments have the same capacity.
There’s more than plot in print to charm the head,
and film must limit such trajectory.
(Magic 9)
“Sapiosexual” she voiced to me,
when I said I’m turned on by learning, but
I looked it up and found that, technically,
her term denotes attraction to a brain
above the norm. But let’s speak honestly –
alone or not, I thrill to new ideas.
It’s like addiction to epiphany –
I long to gather why, and even what.
The closest word I find’s “philomathy.”
(Magic 9)
Three stations situated near my place –
Downtown, Rockridge, and Ashby – are around
a 30-minute walk I oft embrace.
The first is up, the others underground.
The stroll’s more interesting, is what I’ve found,
in north or south directions. But the west
(to Ashby, fewer walkers, more car sound)
has solo concrete seating I like best.
(Huitain)
Deciding I won’t exercise the way
that’s customary, nursing a sore arm
I got from shots I suffered yesterday,
intended to protect from viral harm,
succeeded by a trek with full display
to kin of school and avenue aswarm,
I bathe and rest with zero tasks required,
indulging me, by age and actions tired.
(Ottava Rima)
When we were young and lovely, and in love,
and trying to identify the ways
that we were similar, as if to shove
conclusions we’d be soulmates all our days,
we little noticed difference in the haze
that passion wove around us and between.
We didn’t see your spending as a screen
against a need unmet, affection’s loss.
We neither understood what values mean,
or how you’d hide behind your money toss.
(Dizain)
Erection moves along beyond the wall
of brick that borders to the east of here.
It hasn’t been a silent build at all,
and as it grows its western features rear:
four holes ill-placed are windows in the tall
expanse (two stories), where no view is clear.
I’m trying not to mind the owner’s goals,
but I preferred the look of fewer holes.
(Ottava Rima)
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