Month: November 2015

Summer Of Yesteryear

Posted on by Lawrence G. Taylor

 

It only seems like yesteryear,
Despite the citadel of autumnal age.

Once there was a time of youth,
When the sun showed its fiery face at dawn,
To the sound of the rooster: cock-a-doodle-doo,

When Birds sang summer’s songs,
Rejoicing from tree tops to house-tops,
All performed with ease and grace.

When trees rustled to the music of breeze,
When Nature’s creatures performed,
From the rooster at dawn,
To the bee much later on.

When grown-ups in their prime,
Attending to daily chores,
While others idled by,
Elderly folk cast in a spectator’s costume,
Sowing seeds of insight to the unheedful ear.

In reflection, I cannot help but long, long for
Summer of yesteryear.

L.G.Taylor (@lgt41)

 

ODE FOR AN INSTITUTION

Posted on by Lawrence G. Taylor

(Larry Taylor)

 

SHALL I RECOUNT MY TALE TO THEE,

OR SIMPLY LEAVE IT TO HISTORY?

ONCE I WAS A REPUTABLE SLAUGHTER-HOUSE,

WITH BLOODY ACTIVITIES PERFORMED THERE ROUTINELY.

THEN CAME THE DAWN OF THAT WELL-KNOWN RECESSION,

A PROPELLANT OF AN OVERWHELMING OBSESSION,

BROUGHT AN END TO MY FLAME,

INITIATED BY HUES AND CRIES FROM MORTALS WHO FOREVER BLAME.

THOUGH RECOVERY HAS PAINFULLY BEEN SLOW,

WITH INTERNAL DISRUPTIONS,

IN RELENTLESS AND HAPHAZARD FASHION,

BREAKING-AND-TEARING-AND-THROWING AWAY,

MEASURING, MENDING, AND MOULDING, WITH METICULOUS PASSION.

HENCE EMERGES A NEW ORDER – FISH, CHICKEN, FRUIT & VEGETABLES,

INTERNAL GOINGS-AND-COMINGS,

IN PURSUIT OF FOOD, FRIENDSHIP, OR EXQUISITENESS,

OR IN SEARCH OF ENTERTAINMENT,

FURTIVE ACTS IN THE EVASION OF SOLITUDE, BOREDOM, OR BOTH,

MAINTAINING THE SIGNIFICANCE THAT I HAVE BECOME,

SUPPRESSING FEARS THUS OF YET ANOTHER EVOLUTION.