Sunday, April 16, 2023

Symphonic Musings

 

insects nibble leaves—dust mites rummage foliage

gate keepers count numbers in exile, composures

exhale, inhale daylight

war has come, in-excellence, facetious

promise—inner camera, unvocal insights

posing an inconvenience, terribly shy, unkempt

 

unnamed artists, probing my soul, making miracle uprise—

by saunter, by street ballet, in decency, in filth, made famous

martyr—

clemency for children, whips for men, women know

survival—

 

outlawed colorings, fueled intestines, sky surgery

& knowing is law, silence is maneuvering

dwelling in satori, under-speaking, peace & season

loudness, timpani, kettles, fire

for smelting

most marvelous thieving—hearts made pillows, deer sentiments

 

if by song, if unsung, piccolos in winter, violin come summer

blurring time, each hour clashing with emotion

pinched in spirit, to hear it is normal—nights with cello

vanishing in melody, surreal drifting

rummaging leftover feelings, abstract

restless, rebuilding an entire symphony

   

Strumming a Harp

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