Sailing The Seas Of Uncertainty: Unprofitable Line

With surfeit salvaging
Provisions in hand and buoyed

By the prospect of perhaps
Reeling in a real doozy

Or two, one after
Another, you keep on

Throwing your one
And only precious

Life savers out—
Anything new in view?

Widow's Ephemeral Thoughts

—R.I.P. Terry Tisdale 

Dear God, I know only 
A moment’s needed 

For that low-lying dark 
Cloud overhead to pass— 

Grant me an eternity 
Of light so 

I too can pass 
This moment by 

At last. 

Eye-opening Spring Morning Inkling

Hoping to take in more 
Than enough to get you 
Through yet another day, 
You’re out in the garden next

To the flower beds when 
You stop dead in your tracks
(As they say) dumb-founded 
By the insistent scratching

Of sparrows sparring over
Last year’s seeds overlooked 
In the few scrubby weeds 
Remaining a few steps away. 

Clacker's Last Stand

Thinking you were nothing
Short of infallible, the last thing
You needed was to find everything
And everyone lacking and you
Lying through your teeth still
At the head of the class.

Invocational Anaepestic Distich: Spring Garlands Hither And Tither

From eager-to-flower gardens 
Beneath diaphanous air 

Come scents of sweet jasmine 
Heaven sent there.