Asleep at dawn! The hedonistic thrill
Continues every morning, every day!
Contentment beckons! Sniff a daffodil
And change your habits! Throw them all away!
Responsibility, its roundelay
Concluded, leaves me here upon a hill
And simply breathing slow. My plan? To stay
Asleep at dawn! The hedonistic thrill!
Where birds and bugs in chorus sweetly trill,
I watch exquisite creatures dance and play.
Despite my lessened status, beauty still
Continues every morning, every day!
So let it go and let it go, I say,
Repeat the thoughts I'll take to heart. I will!
I'm off the clock, withdrawn from ruling's fray:
Contentment beckons! Sniff a daffodil!
Except, awake at dawn, an imbecile,
I fret my useless worries, fail to slay
Recurring doubts... Deny them! Warm the chill
And change your habits! Throw them all away!
The seasons turn. I nod and must obey,
Surrender, pass the bridle. Twilight's skill
Is better suited, drives away the gray,
And leaves a broken nag to drink her fill,
Asleep at dawn...
One more:
I think, and that'll wrap this collection up. Twilight gets the last word, of course. I just need to figure out what form she'll use...
Mike
Well that took a dark turn
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Some folks:
Have a hard time adjusting to retirement, I've been told...
Mike
I don't read a lot of poetry but I have really enjoyed this collection over the years. Both the poems themselves and the interspersed history lessons about the various forms have been interesting. Looking forward to the final entry.
A thousand years and more of ingrained habits aren't easily forgotten. Poor Celestia. I give her another month before she decides to do something, and a decade before she's accidentally CEO of a major corporation.
wow, dang :O
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I figure:
I'll be the same way when I try to retire from the four part-time jobs I've held for the past 40 years or so...
Mike