Sour Mash by Sy Roth

 

Life’s a complicated mash
Of unjustified inches,
Scalded reasoning
Fired in a blackened kettle,
Unsavory mash of bits of this and that
All twirled about by cackling harridans
Into a steamy brew of their own invention.

You know what?
Perhaps it’s not so complicated
Truth is
We’re only a failed misstep into that world
Where nothing is supposed to make sense –

We flutter about like a disengaged fall leaf into it
And then allow the nascent wind
To enjoy us as a Sirocco feast

And we barrel along
Thrust about helter-skelter
Shushing the byroads with our forlorn skittering.

So, suffer the maelstrom
Not a mote in god’s eyes
Battered being
Ice the bruises
Until a day of sunshine
Reaches in and engorges the tendrils
That have withered
Died in the soil
And offer yourself a speck of hope.

©2019 Sy Roth

 

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Sy Roth is a retired school administrator and has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller’s Pond Poetry and The Eloquent Atheist.

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