Vicissitudinal Hopes – a short poem

Vicissitudinal Hopes

A Poem

By Jane Tawel

May 6, 2020

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Similarity breeds stagnation.

Longing for variation,

We risk brave adaptation,

and flip-flop dire causations

to beat the slippery slope.

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Vicissitudes sire transformations.

With some slight alterations,

We make real permutations,

In our most dire situations,

and learn to cope.

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Since first the World’s foundation,

And each soul’s true gestation,

We always find relation,

To Love and Love’s creations,

So hold fast to hope.

 

Stay brave. Keep loving. Be hopeful.  ~~ Jane

#3 Poem in “In My Room” Series

#3 In My Room – A Sonnet

By Jane Tawel

April 22, 2020

For those of you who may have forgotten your Middle School English Class, A Shakespearean Sonnet has 14 lines written in iambic pentameter, and rhymes every other line until the last two which will form a couplet.  (You’re Welcome. haha! ) Every once in a while it can be rather a fun thing to try to put form right up there with function, and I thought I’d try it in my series of In My Room Poems.

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“Windowsill” by Star Guitar is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0

 

In My Room -#3

By Jane Tawel

April 22, 2020

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Smells of sage, mint, lavender seep white walls.

Though not for fighting, there is one sharp knife.

Aprons hang like church or temple prayer shawls,

In this room I’ve served in– glad days, good life.

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Colors much too bright for rooms more mellow,

Impart an ambiance both bold and right.

 Vegetables and fruits recline –red, yellow;

Oven’s warmth melds with sensual delights.

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There’s salty, bitter, sweet, and savory,

There’s cool and heat and hot and mild and cold.

This room has hosted mealtimes flavory,

And laughs and sorrows here have all been told.

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I need no place but this to be rich in,

Ambrosial with memories — kitchen.

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