Huuklyeand Cinquor on Negative Capability

When you think

You can’t

Swim.

Moderator’s comments: C’mon Huuklyeand, are we supposed to swallow this hook, line and sinker? No way.

Allegory of the High and the Mighty

Can’t see the forest for the trees?

Well, it goes something like this:

The lowly saplings spring forth,

The noble old growth keeps

A watchful eye out in hopes

That nothing goes wrong,

Till the lords of the aerie

In one fell swoop

Bring everything down.

Definitely Not Lemmings #28

A warm welcome to woman in a window who becomes DNL #28. Much appreciated!

Huuklyeand Cinquor on Myopia and Its Existential Problems

Dude, I know it’s tough being

The butt of ugly jokes,

But look at it this way, man—

You could’ve been born with four eyes.

Moderator’s comments: In the rush to post my newest poem and to welcome two new Definitely Not Lemmings, I almost overlooked this latest Cinquor offering. Now that would have been an oversight on my part and an inexcusable one at that, seeing that I’ve been wearing glasses since the second grade and pride myself on being—I think—the oldest, shortest, most farsighted poet writing poetry in English in the Peloponnese.

The Seasons

Never really desert us, take summer

For example, it just turns its coat

Round the corner and springs

Down the street, leaving us

Reeling on the sidewalk

Praying for autumn

To deck us once and for all

For winter’s stark,

Naked fall.