The whim changed direction
without a single objection,
nor sole interjection
or mournful string section
…
& I followed suit
without refute or dispute,
another care-free pursuit
we might be en route
…
If not, it’s still a detour
there might be swings & slides plus see saw,
which easily shits on free fall
but will we remember what we saw
?
…
The whim changed because it could
as I suspected whim possibly would,
& no one tried to stop or trap it
maybe on a whim though
-they probably should
…
?
A wonky smudge come sun or sodden trudge, we're off-plumb on purpose judge not lest ye be fudge. & a head stuffed with dust in the land of things & fluff, slow worms are in fact limbless lizards in odd we trust & it's never enough. (so) Uninsert the time & date & stay unperturbed of rhymes & wraiths, as all of these tea cups are storm proof as standard but our rust contains traces of gate...
Confused in June
& up to no good,
trying to spot a ghost orchid
in a haunted wood.
Whilst waiting for the cows to stand
& straggling the rain,
this woodland shelter helps for now
but still these crucial conundrums remain…
If it’s something that you don’t need
can it ever be a bargain?
Is God really dead
or did he fake it like John Darwin?
Do them electric eels
ever give themselves an electric shock?
& why am I the only person I know
that intentionally wears odd socks?
Answers on a postcard please,
I’ll reimburse you for the stamp.
https://www.museumwales.ac.uk/rhagor/article/ghost_orchid/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Darwin_disappearance_case
resarf poetry 