En Guarde! Tilting at Waves

the wafting familiar delicious of
baking
bitter-sweet, spicy
hot
apple pie
its bubbling
sugary cinnamon ambrosial whisper
seduces
quivering nostrils
with promises of savory success
drawing
wearily closer
to the longed-for
idyllic destination
momentum’s stride
gaining pace

impetuous
unsolicited
seditious second thoughts!
burst upon the wisdom
of such driven
fugacious
focus
the squeezing
weight of doubt
delivers life
to the buyer’s remorse of achievement
scintillating hubris
collapses
to a halt
once blinding passion
for this punctuated pursuit
now overshadowed
by fear of error…

mustering motivation
repelling
equivocation
rekindling
intention’s flame
I move
stealth-fully
toward the gold
like Scheherazade’s
one thousand
and one tales
The King
stays the execution
sparing the life
of a yet, another dream
for one more
setting sun

The Holidays

High-pitched
xylophonic
zing
Core-throbbing
booming
bong

Ear-piercing
thunderous
vroom
Slam-banging
percussive
pop

Slide whistle’s
slippery pitch
Dizzying
digits
aligning cymbals
jackpot: I’m rich!

Head whirling
a dervish’s
swoop
Mind’s wily eye
a buzzing
kazoo

Swirling funnel
of blinding snow
incapable of fixating
on familiar ground,
Just enough
to slow…
all that clamor!
down

Gobbled
by thanksgiving
Vanquished
by time…too little
while options
abound

Flummoxed
by fogginess
while christmas draws near
a good month
to endure
till happy new year

Life
suspended
in a Monet masterpiece,
at nose-length,
focus fuddled
perspective lost

Blurred…
by electrifying a
sparkling surge of
yuletide
chaos