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"Baroque Spring"


Viewed externally
I am the Winter House
Internally I am too too much 
I am eternal Baroque Spring

He watches his 
mirror twin 
and assigns fatal love
to the mind swing

pushing away feelings
logic surely is the burning
answer to bury the madness
of all things

where the heart
has no contemporary
measure of the value
in the metronome ticking

annoying small time of things
he picks up the pen and begins
his sharp sword of recompense
her heart is strawberry jam on toast

delicious
machinations
confectionary dreams 
she lights fireplaces for him

running through empty halls
labyrinthine and music
she brings in fresh strings
red that lead the way 

to the core of all misplaced
misspent homeless corridors
of hard times and lost things
violins the chords for undoing

in the cool evasiveness 
of the forgotten hymn 
he finds himself humming 
he sings of all things

romantico 
he becomes 
harp strings for 
her plucking of all things

fantastical fantasy 
he dreams his dreams
in his Winter house
hidden she resides inside him

Baroque Spring 
Romanticism 

he wins 
minuets in poetry
and some small wit 
in the cold house of him still exists

the Heart sits
hearing her music

logic dissolves
becoming hide and seek
compound duple rhythm
canarie frog legs beat

he brings her through 
the Winter mirrors
pas de bourrée 
the dancing lines of beauty

strange words exchanging 
closed sentences
for love of all things
elevating dead dimensions

blizzards in the heart
turn rose petals
falling from angels mouths
kisses from heaven above

passionate 
in the music
mind fields felt blindly
fast and furious 

bows burning played
come undone curling toes 
and hearts stradivarius
Winter disappears 

on the mind swing
he holds her close
they are in tune
cooing turtle doves

(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)





Baroque Music Collection - Vivaldi, Bach, Corelli, Telemann
https://youtu.be/ApSoNBu2wt8


Visual/ "Blizzard at Kasteel Zijpendaal | Blowing Snow & Howling Wind Ambience "
https://youtu.be/2qlwTTtj-i4






"Come, Madam, come, 
all rest my powers defy,
Until I labour, I in labour lie."



"Our hands were firmly cemented
         With a fast balm, which thence did spring;
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
         Our eyes upon one double string;
So to'intergraft our hands, as yet
         Was all the means to make us one,
And pictures in our eyes to get
         Was all our propagation."










https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44099/the-ecstasy

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/50340/to-his-mistress-going-to-bed

https://poemanalysis.com/john-donne/the-ecstasy







bourrée 
pas de bourrée 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bourr%C3%A9e

canarie
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canary_dance
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