Waldeinsamkeit: An acrostic sonnet by Mike Mesterton-Gibbons

Waldeinsamkeit: An acrostic sonnet
When you’re alone and walking through the trees,
Anxieties and worries fade away.
Leaves fluttering in springtime’s gentle breeze
Disturb no creature’s thoughts. And if you stray
Entirely off the beaten path, you know
It’s safe to chill inside your green cocoon.
No city dangers threaten where you go.
Street noises are displaced by nature’s tune.
And when the light grows dim, and you are drawn
Meanderingly to the EXIT word,
KEEP OFF THE GRASS signs by your city lawn
Erupt into your thoughts, and seem absurd! …
Inside the forest, far from city sounds,
Tranquillity in solitude abounds.

by Mike Mesterton-Gibbons

Editor’s Note: The human ability to create a word for every emotion never fails to impress, as this sweet poem demonstrates. (Waldeinsamkeit: (poetic) woodland solitude; the feeling of solitude in the woods)

A New Year Begins: An acrostic sonnet by Mike Mesterton-Gibbons

A New Year Begins: An acrostic sonnet

Adieu to Twenty Twenty! Now it’s gone,
New hopes arise for what we could soon share:
Emancipation from a marathon
Withdrawal of companionship and care.
Yet ending this pandemic with vaccines
Entails their distribution planet-wide——
An end to loneliness in quarantines
Requires the rich to help the poorer side …
Below the radar, or behind the scenes,
Essential workers toil, and in return
Get all too scant support, while those of means
In comfort stay secure with scant concern …
New Year must face a truth the old laid bare:
Society’s most free when it’s most fair!

by Mike Mesterton-Gibbons

Editor’s Note: Hello 2021! Might as well start off with a poem that rhymes ‘vaccines’ with ‘quarantines’—not something you see everyday in a sonnet.

Weather Experts: An acrostic sonnet by Mike Mesterton-Gibbons

Weather Experts: An acrostic sonnet

What makes our weather experts on TV
Express such joy the moment that they learn
A monster storm is forming out at sea?
The damage it might do evades concern!
How many times I’ve watched a coming storm
Extolled for having reached an awesome size!
Rotations are impressive if they form
Enormous whirls of peril in my skies!
X marks the spot of trouble they admire:
Perfection in the sharpness of an eye
Encircled by a vast expanding gyre …
Reporting danger makes them rapt——but why?
The experts who’ve let poets lie unread
See poetry in hurricanes instead!

by Mike Mesterton-Gibbons

Editor’s Note: It seems I’m alternating grim poems with light verse this week, but how can I resist when a gem like this lands in my inbox? I’ve always loved weather and poetry.

Pint of Guinness: An acrostic sonnet by Mike Mesterton-Gibbons

Pint of Guinness: An acrostic sonnet

Perhaps you’ve dreamt of what there’ll be to drink
Inside the pearly gates of heaven’s wall?
No doubt they’ll have fine wines there, but I think
Their Guinness will be godliest of all!
On top you’ll see a luscious creamy head
Froth over an elixir of dark gold.
Good Lord!” you’ll say, “I’m happy being dead!”
Upon your lips their chalice will you hold,
Imbibing their divine seraphic brew,
Not wishing e’en a drop should go to waste.
Nirvana’s cultured draught will render you
Ecstatic as you savor ev’ry taste!
Suppose you’re loath to wait for such delight?
Some say it’s served in Dublin ev’ry night!

by Mike Mesterton-Gibbons

Editor’s Note: Guinness should always be celebrated, and this poem is a rollicking good time. TGIF!