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POEM WITH MOSTLY ONE RHYME SCHEME

 

POEM WITH MOSTLY ONE RHYME SCHEME

 

It came upon me like a midnight clear,

Nothing circumspect about abject fear

One year I’d been barely able to cobble together

Reasons for the forward trundle among mean peers

Now the twenty-twenty experience, total weird.

We’ve all been here, it’s that rare spectacular

You don’t need eyes to see, beyond veneer

I’d gone one better, though, felt no longer mere

Me or someone other, I’d just blinked out and over

Like the plunked phone in the canal, so far, so near

Flatter than the death rate fun park rollercoaster.

 

I’ve lost, not tattletale smell, but taste for career

Spiritual renewal or nada plus plus  – down, yes, doctor

But not like I’d ever known such arctic wastes before

There I was, all of a sudden framed in fur,

Goggled, with skidoo, top rifle, assisted by laser

Entirely prepped for any blizzard or ice-pick meteor

Come to stock-standstill even the sub-zero thought bizarre

As awestruck bears in their whites bowed at my feet, polar

And barking seals crowned me their king-conqueror

Of land drier colder farther lesser much leaner drear

Ever found by whatever strives to consider life dear.

 

NOVEMBER, 2020, LONDON

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