Funny How ...

Funny How…

Funny how... a wristwatch ticks
when all sleep hushed
past midnight’s counting
Its mouse-etched whisper
by day’s constrict
turn’s not so gentle
with twilight’s mounting

Funny how... a bee will fly
with Summer’s warmth
wrapped golden green
Senses sharp-pared
his search from high
to Nature’s bounty
and her virgin seed

Funny how... a dream may live
when dark night veiled
All outward sign
For her love smiles
And gentile gives
All dreams to me
Where two souls shine

Rhyme Nor Reason

My words do not rhyme, or tell of all,
Black shadow-spelled, dualling to the white.
Contrast lies bare, and mischief bends,
Life tomorrow, Yesterday’s ..., no rhyme

Correct, correction, correctness:
Words as lyric to canvas lives.
Believe the words, believe our lies.
The truth lies bare and never ..., no rhyme

Thus, so lies the image, colouring fine,
Wrapping warm the perfect sky.
No clouds to take the perfect blue,
Now see this image - this perfect ..., no rhyme

Always on, and more they form,
Little, big, black on white,
Worlds and realms, character born,
Build them up and tear them ..., no rhyme

We take our words, our image child
The waves and rivers, the mountain ..., no rhyme
Our lives are born and time repressed,
And to our thoughts our words ..., no rhyme

Ramble on and catch them all,
The big, the black, the char, the ..., no rhyme
Bound and tied, mixing matched,
They take our rhyme, our lives ..., no rhyme

And the words unsaid, those blackest deeds?
Well, of all children, t’is most they ..., no rhyme
Be careful of the words you weave,
They tie, they ..., they bind and s..., no rhyme

And to you, my Love, I say this;
Your words are mine, our gentle kiss.
We stood our words on nature’s end,
She took us both and bade us mend

The lives we lived, the life we share
We are forever, our words repaired.

The Greeting

The bidding starts:
Opening gambit
Queen moves white,
shall King or Knight reply?
One move shapes the other,
Pawn takes the fore
Surprise? She moves again
Not closer, nor two-dimension
The grey square in position
Mono-stand the others
No place for them
The Pawn moves on
Our Mighties scratch and muse
Ticking clocks, Einstein’s rhyme
Yes, truly all is relative
White on black, converse them
Same? Perspective tamed?
Pawn is stopped
And so the game unfolds
Queen move, colours in between
Change as motion decrees
Each space timed as grave
Force feels their now
Pawn still still
Maybe. But he moves
Queen moves, too
Grey is brighter now, rainbow grey
The corner achieved, unnoticed
Gravity pulls, the space wound down
Pawn mates Queen in greeting

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