Solstice solace

Voelva Vigga walked languidly 

she was getting on

her members were making light noises

she felt like she had fallen 

through a rabbit hole

and landed somewhere

in a edenesque gardenlike place

with snakes and snapdragons

where the time and place

made no sense at all -

not being all nonsense

where some things were not

what they seemed…

no - they were not

In the hills high up the bright

Yellow mimosas shone more

That the warm sun itself

Within her she reminiscenced

What her summer had been

What her wintry years seemed

To become – undone

No not that – but that of youthful

Unexpectedness

She had taken a snap snooze

And then she realized that reevaluating

Her life as it was right now

Was necessary for her health

Ignoring her daily constitutional

She felt a need to listen

To some old tunes of yesteryear

And repeat them over and over

Trying to clear her mind

Until the yesterday became

The painful present

Like that was going to change

Anything – acceptance

As life tossed things at her

(she knew everybody had something)

But this was not what

She had bravely bargained for.

In the summer of last year

She took a wherewithal walking

With a somebody like her Shmuel

Of so many eons ago

To a place where she had her sister

And she knew that a toss

Thrown at her was arduous

To dispense within her limbs

For it to endure for even just

Another epoch – an episode

Of the un-callous caliber  

To encounter happenstance

So uniquely unexpectedly

Within the framework of verve.

Veracity must be tellingly told

That she was enjoying herself

Vastly but knowingly it was

For only a short period

She was taking fatally life’s lob

And suppressing suchlike

For a moment of indeed ignoring

Ideals of insanely implied

Attitudes and approaches

to society’s selfish standards

elitist epitomes to keep

flowing essences of minds

away from themselves.

,

Voelva Vigga strangely cold

And icely ignoring her inner

So-called voice of validity

Accepting her fatal flaws

As noble news to herself

For once just truly embracing

The resplendent repeat

Of the solstice’s season.

Hoping only the estival days

Would come again and again

During warm wintry days

Heaving herself up from

Her musings and meanderings

She brushed herself off

Beamingly raised her head;

She only more fathomed

That fate was a fly and if you

Did not accept it with freshness

It would flitter away.