Extremes

Today I also wrote two poems. These showcase the mental extremes I have been bouncing between since this pandemic isolation occurred. The first poem is based on the word antediluvian

“Antediluvian”

“Apres moi, le deluge!”
I shout, in abject narcissism.
Nay, I am less important
But I fear, nonetheless, a flood
Mounting, rising, looming westward,
Desperate to snuff my idealistic world,
This antediluvian paradise in which I breathe.
Oh! That it would not crash
And like some far-off tsunami
Wash away my humble home under-hill.
But may it pass me by
And like some vanquished kaiju
Slink off into nothingness unspent.
This my supplication, sent from knee to heaven.
May some o’ershadowing Eru hear
And grant to me the mercy of ages.
Still stand I on sand-swept shores
Awaiting Morgoth’s doom,
Which seems must fall.

And then, based on the word lasagna

“A Snack”

Garfield?!
Where is that darn cat?
I have but recently sat
A great baked pasta that
When eaten will show what
Great culinary legerdemain (caveat:
Perhaps I cook not so well. A feat-)
Hark! What orange-d fur streaks past!
Garfield!!
That twice-darned cat!!
He scarfed my lasagna! Drat!

I do hope you enjoy.