Emissive in Many Hues

27 - The Profession

Twice tested tempestuous tickets here,

without want of winsome manners.

Loudly they proclaim while lacking voice

but broadly they bring bliss and validation.

Not nearly spent, never under performed,

how happy the human who has a pair of these?

 

28 - Pieces of Whatever

You can only watch so many failed attempts

at finding out what makes a person tick

between their wants and needs and dreams

before you start to loose what little

hope was left that somewhere inside we all

are built on the same sort of ground.

And every failure brings a kind of dread

that despite the things we all have

said and done and claimed there's a constant

threat of distant thunder storms on the

horizon of our shared experience that will bring

lightning crashing down on what you build.

With no way to control the words or actions of

some distracted lost soul you have to

make do with the intent to drag your own set

of unrealistic expectations kicking and

thrashing to the wood-chipper of reality and set

them on a track that will break them down.

Then from the component pieces of whatever

wants and needs and dreams you set there

you keep trying to build a better something for 

whoever it is that is coming up after you

cemented in the understanding that for all the

effort you make the horizon still looms.

 

 

29 - Distant Suns

Twinkle, twinkle, from afar

all you bright and noble stars.

Balls of nuclear plasma true,

emissive in many hues.

Twinkle, Twinkle, distant suns,

radiant light for everyone.

 

30 - Were You At Least Distracted?

The time has come, the end is now,

and we're all left pondering how

a month ago, with zero prompting,

began this dearth of poems.

What has been said of 30 days

does not say much but may display

the strange psychosis of the mind

that gave these words a home.

So think about what's stuck with you,

which words described your mental hue,

and you may find enlightened hopes!

Or at least new ground to roam.