Follow the winds of the Harpies.
Follow to the sigh of last breath.
Horrid hounds of Zeus beckoning
for you to embrace your dark death.
Follow the heights of Icarus
Follow till the blazes burn out.
Sol, a dragon's igneous mouth
gaping, awaiting chance to spout.
Follow to the depths of Phorcys
Follow till you whiff your last gasp.
Dangers of the depth await you.
Life quickly slipping from your grasp.
Follow clamant drums of Ares.
Follow till your ears hear no more.
War exacts an egregious toll.
Life ends in a sorrowful roar.
At times when life seems upside down
and all the world is spinning round,
just lift your head and gaze your eyes
upon the azure autumn skies.
For in the skies, a pure delight,
are puffy clouds of snowy white
just floating softly over head
who’s simple beauty’s left unsaid.
So leave behind the clamant crowds,
and float in cotton candy clouds
that drift the tender skies above
and rest your thoughts in peace thereof.
For in these tender clouds you’ll find
a comfort that will ease your mind
when all the world is spinning round
and all of life seems upside down.
November 16, 2022
Poem of the Day - November 17, 2022
Envious Muta* sealed the lips of the beloved with a kiss silencing thus clamant love!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 August 2017
*Muta: Roman deity personifying silence!
Washington is to get a foot of snow!
That is nothin' new as far as I know.
I will shed no clamant tears.
They gave us snow jobs for years!
Methinks that a pertinent quid pro quo!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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