Sy Roth Poet Free verse

Septuagenarian Serenade

Septuagenarian Serenade
By Sy Roth


It wants to warble a fine tune
It wants to fill the night with a pleasing glissando
Rising and sliding into joyful jig

Instead, the brittle vocal chords are ill-defined wolves
Howling at a laughing moon, a dismal lunarscape 
Ripe with lingering pains engraved in time

A dusty bin filled with some dismal memories
Working hard to shake out the motes that were in their eyes
Tearful threnody of movement closer to the door.

It wants so desperately to dance that two-step
A pas de deux of clever invention
But the hip sings a screechy declaration

Voids the temptress to ignore the mirrors
That auger the realities of time
Begs for the release of the agents of calamity

Where upturned carpets, lost spectacles
Dings on the fenders of vehicles long past
And missed names and familiar faces fade.

The song will have to remain in the head
Whirling from broken synapse to broken synapse
And the eyes will have to tell them the story of desire.

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