ODE TO A WORTHY THIRTY

Aye, the time is nigh. Sigh my bye, slump my spine and redefine
the eyes that strides advise; a pint-sized supply of decipher’s
rhymes revised, the demise of compromise, guises of prized decline
from swine to higher inclined lines – a geyser of wiser ciphers. –

Awake the dead, embed instead the words unsaid, of themes misled.
Tread ahead this beheaded head that swelled and bled in dread;
shred the rose bed, shed your wit’s end on sleds of words penned.
Ascend on the befriended extent of distended intentions webbed.

Clemency Menagerie – memory tremors of clever elemental remedy –
a feathery assembly of loquacious entity, empathy’s treasury,
of sensory summaries for empty sympathy; an emotional dispensary,
an airy trajectory of the exemplary infinity of a happy visionary.

Unveiling tales that inhale, travail to assail our flailing’s wail,
trains derailed, boats ne’er sailed, shocks entailed, exact’s detail,
in scales that prevail, trails that curtail, and plots that impale;
a frail veil of blotched braille nailed against a phrasal exhale.

This arc of light recites the typewriter’s plight; these nights
of psychic flights incite the might of quiet knights that invite
blights of rewrites that give the eye’s whites no green lights.
To smite and fight spiteful slights with exciting frights, a right

to rephrase blockades; phrasing amazing blazes of traded dazes
weighed in sways of jadedly hazes, to gazes of stray charades;
clichés cascade to overplayed tirades that survey the frayed delays
away from grazes decayed. An array of dismayed portrayals conveys

a simple, limbered difference in the quivering cinder’s flicker
and timbre’d, mirrored, thinker’s whisper which hinders and withers
these dis-configured, shriveling fingers, whose limbering whimpers
deliver linear figures of quicker, richer, pictures that linger.

This quirky curtsy is my earthy ode to this topsy-turvy journey;
a mercilessly wordy ode scurries to a more sturdy, worthy thirty.

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So, in less than half an hour, I turn 30. Yay, adulting. Thanks for joining me on this ride from day 1, if not, just click the #30Days30Sonnets on the menu above and see the cray cray that led to this final post using this hashtag.