Leo Larry Amadore Poet Free verse

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My Aging Illusion

a quote from Montaigne: (1533-1592):
"Si on me presse dire pourquoi je l'amais, je sens que
cela ne se peut s'exprimer, qu'en repondant:
'Parce que c'etait lui; parce que c'etait moi."
(translation:  "If I am pressed to say why I loved him,
I feel it can only be explained by replying: 'Because it
was he; because it was me.')

We are as contentious as cactus
with little hope of surviving drought;
the evening spreads out, rising on
its ominous great vulture wings.
At the whisper of your name,
your bassoon voice curls upward
and, leaping like a startled platypus
verging toward extinction, it disappears --
the last sad shout of our dying Spring.
We, my aging illusion, are trapped
within this antique crystal globe's cold glow, 
where glorious blue spiritual snow swirled 
oh so very very long ago.

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Line Gauthier May 11, 2018 at 5:17 PM Lovely. And I so enjoy the chirping in the background of your recording. Most enjoyable, Leo.

Maurice Rigoler August 24, 2017 at 4:34 PM Wonderful and great flow, besides some unusual use of adjectives to modify nouns. Thank you for reading In the Park. Best to you in all your writing endeavors. / M

Anne Rutherford July 4, 2017 at 9:14 PM I like this Leo , makes me think of being on a high mountain living out their last bit of life. I would love to know what you thought of as you were writing it. hugs Anne