Poem-A-Day: Day 312

Sensically

Severity, in every sense,
but not lacking sincerity,
or in certain circumstances,
dignity. Having none,
or having nothing truly interesting
to say, but infinitely more to show,
some bleak sunset shadowed cloudy,
red creeping through enigmatically
causing sailor delight, lacking warning
and the scent of morning swimmingly
surfacing in rising tides, bewilderment,
and the strange sense of urgency,
circling the rim of martini glasses
held two high, in cheer formation,
and looking up from the bottom,
looking through
for intrinsically sewn memories,
but seeing only olive suns orbiting,
trapped in concave pyramids
reversely erected in erroneous ways,
but somehow calling for more,
morally delving dilemmas
over smiles, handshakes and clapping,
but noting on napkin backs,
nothing but cracks slipping idly by,
as some black shoes shuffling,
some wobble feverishly shaking,
calling for sincerity of others,
while lacking severity
in every sense.