When my life turns counterclockwise
I forget the calendar date
and write my four lines one day late
and for that I apologize.
Lynne
Category Archives: Poetry
Four Lines
Sometimes I kneel in compromise
inclined to recline with my fate
but other times I just can’t wait
to turn my life counterclockwise.
Lynne
Four Lines
When jabbed by dark cold hell I feel
my heart dance wild jigs with my gut
and I work to stay upright but
sometimes I compromise and kneel.
Lynne
Four Lines
The prod that makes all things move well
is sharp and dull and hard and soft
which are too different you scoff
but being jabbed feels like cold hell.
Lynne
Four Lines
Like to like is worth naught to prove
for we all know that different
is more than an accomplishment
it’s the prod that makes all things move.
Lynne
Four Lines
If all of us thought as we ought
would we be likely to settle
each opinion regimental
or prove like to like is worth naught.
Lynne
Four Lines
Those who never learned but were taught
have only thoughts themselves to blame
or such the self-help books do claim
but none of us think as we ought.
Lynne
Four Lines
A swift hard kick I should have earned
when I hurled bigger words at them
but it’s so much fun to condemn
those who were taught but never learned.
Lynne
Four Lines
I opened my mouth far too quick
let thoughts escape thick and plenty
none of them worth a thin penny
yet I still earned a swift hard kick.
Lynne
Four Lines
To be trashed with a firm brisk whisk
could be considered an insult
but often it’s the real result
of opening your mouth too quick.
Lynne
the crafty sisters 