Days: An Acrostic Sestina
Some days are harsh and they impose a fine
And then you find another wrinkle on
The Wrinkle Network. Others have a way
Unmitigated-gallingly, to tell
Right off: your plans are Doomed, and you must set
Neglected issues straight, before the game.
Most days will be a mixed bag—some fair game,
In random happenstance, from rank to fine.
Risk: Showing what you want before you’re set,
It may become elusive. Soldier on,
Anticipate, search faces for a tell,
Make Nice, make Hay, and you will find your way.
But then there’re days that pave a Golden Way
Up-tempo, you’re made Master of the Game,
Delighting with what faery stories tell
Delivering a Heart’s Desire so fine
Huge Grin displays you’ve got it going on,
As such you wish for more—a Pair, a Set.
Fate intervenes some days and they are set
As turning points, diversions of the way.
There may be Death involved. To carry on
It pays to make your peace. Part of that game
May alchemize relations far from fine
And it may heal them up—but time will tell.
Mayday! Emergent? Panic? Try to tell
Emergencies from Chicken Little’s set
Routine and make the panicker feel fine
Light-heartedness may transfer. There’s a way
If dire or not, to make a scene a game
None feel excluded from, nor feel put on.
May THIS day bring you what you’re dreaming on
Omitting nothing you would like to tell
Replete with fun and pure Love of the Game
Good-Magic-laden when its sun has set
And may some kindred spirits on your way
Nest hands in yours in moments truly fine
JOY gives a fine substrate to conjure on.
Of course a way exists for you to tell,
But that’s for you to set. ON with The Game!
Copyright © 2008 Gary Bowers
And then you find another wrinkle on
The Wrinkle Network. Others have a way
Unmitigated-gallingly, to tell
Right off: your plans are Doomed, and you must set
Neglected issues straight, before the game.
Most days will be a mixed bag—some fair game,
In random happenstance, from rank to fine.
Risk: Showing what you want before you’re set,
It may become elusive. Soldier on,
Anticipate, search faces for a tell,
Make Nice, make Hay, and you will find your way.
But then there’re days that pave a Golden Way
Up-tempo, you’re made Master of the Game,
Delighting with what faery stories tell
Delivering a Heart’s Desire so fine
Huge Grin displays you’ve got it going on,
As such you wish for more—a Pair, a Set.
Fate intervenes some days and they are set
As turning points, diversions of the way.
There may be Death involved. To carry on
It pays to make your peace. Part of that game
May alchemize relations far from fine
And it may heal them up—but time will tell.
Mayday! Emergent? Panic? Try to tell
Emergencies from Chicken Little’s set
Routine and make the panicker feel fine
Light-heartedness may transfer. There’s a way
If dire or not, to make a scene a game
None feel excluded from, nor feel put on.
May THIS day bring you what you’re dreaming on
Omitting nothing you would like to tell
Replete with fun and pure Love of the Game
Good-Magic-laden when its sun has set
And may some kindred spirits on your way
Nest hands in yours in moments truly fine
JOY gives a fine substrate to conjure on.
Of course a way exists for you to tell,
But that’s for you to set. ON with The Game!
Copyright © 2008 Gary Bowers
