The Daily Poem

THE SQUISHY WAY THE FUTURE FEELS

I love the squishy way the future feels,

    Like Koosh ball luscious fuzzy logic dice

Predicting in their bounce the numbered peels

    Of onion skin covalent bonds that hold

    The Moment-A to coming Moment-B,

Then jiggly-quick and jello-charmed congeals

    Around the navel core of here and now,

And safely sets the stage with time-worn seals.

The great embarrassed gentlemen of thought,

    Surprised by what the future twirled their way,

Have taken up their mirrored pipes to pot

    Around with this and that, with Lego sets

    Of multi-colored building blocks of whim

That stretch the strings of things from dot to dot

    Till songs of polygons collide to guess

Some snazzy dream like Nebuchadnezzar forgot.

But I can play the time ahead with ease,

    Control the twists and turns of what may come,

Predict as if through magic joy the breeze

    Of changing micro-fates that counter-mend

    Like fireflies and tumbleweeds the big

Unwieldy motion of the troubling seas

    And then with one pure wink of childhood

Just lock them up and throw away the keys.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Novel Verse Form

Tauranga, New Zealong

JOURNAL: Ocean Princess (25th Night)

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