A Lazy, Windy Day

Today’s poem is a bit of whimsical apathy or apathetic whimsy, take your pick; it’s on the lighter side for sure. It’s also a sonnet, which is a celebrity among poetic forms (albeit one from an earlier generation who has aged well…Sean Connery? Audrey Hepburn? Again, your choice).

When writing formal poetry, I gravitate to sonnets. First, they’re 14 lines; this is a great length for a lover of short poems (like myself) but it’s long enough that you can fit an idea in it and still have a little breathing room (unlike the haiku). Second, while sonnets generally rhyme, there is more flexibility in the way rhymes are arranged than in a villanelle or luc bat.

“A Lazy Windy Day” will be in my upcoming book The Anonymity of Waiting along with some other sonnets, free verse, luc bat, and whatever else breezed through my brain the past year and a half 😆

A Lazy, Windy Day

Today’s a lazy, windy day; a fine,
gray day to watch the ol’ world blow away.
I’ll watch it leaf by leaf and car by car.
As winds pick up, they’ll toss a Super Walmart
into the air and drop it in a lake.
I’ll see our town in fragments rushing by:
some clumps of insulation; cats and frogs;
that petite librarian who likes to jog.

They’ll all fly past my picture window as
I lounge around in PJs sipping on
some coffee, unconcerned as shingles, then 
my roof and walls, are torn way.  At last,
I’ll ride a roller coaster of wind upon
my couch, a short carnival ride
  			        to oblivion.