Clunkering Cadence


Starting my day at 3am is a great way to make a day last forever.

After writing and researching words for a couple of hours, I tucked myself back into bed for a couple more. By the time I got out the door for a refreshing morning walk, construction along the seawall had already begun.

Adept at ignoring unpleasant things, I blocked it out and enjoyed the view of the ocean.

Once I reached the top of the small incline indicating my turnaround, I paused for a stretch directly above the magnanimous mechanical equipment pounding the pavement and excavating the ground, which led me to recall a piece I wrote several years ago:

Now back into my comfortable abode, I can still hear the sounds of construction, but I realize that it’s temporary – just like everything else is.

Thinking back, I’m reminded of how I came up with the title for this poem by starting off with the word veracity while thinking of a hammer. Of course, Peter Gabriel tuned into my head with his Sledgehammer, which asserted my choice to go with a Veracious Sledgehammer.

One of the best concerts I’ve ever been to, it was decades ago when my brother, sister and I sang and danced from the top of our benches. Together, I’m quite certain we were louder than this morning’s construction sounds.


Clunker through other posts touching on what might be considered slightly catastrophic matters while focussing on somber themes and words:

Turbulent Tuesday

Caliginous Cadence

Muddy Monday

Sundered Sunday

Satired Saturday

Fuliginous Friday


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Cadence Beret

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