Serenity On a Friday
As Friday's messes my hair in knots,
the chaotic boom of a night begins
to subside: a gentler sway from the park
juts forward , almost caressing my flesh…
a relay of new stars and powdered mist
whorl among balmy trees glowing in the pale dark ...
I am led to some kind of a sacred hammock ,
or is it a courtyard, and there…
frames away, the moon rises with a kiln
of air and fire; an explosion of my tight cocoon
transcending the daze of this near weekend,
of an evening's solemnity reflecting the languor
from a nocturnal toil quieting my breath—
~
Farther on, contours of fireflies drift
within a viscous space, gaily dancing
without a pattern of thought , stirring
my belly across a dune of moistened grass... I freeze.
Somehow, as if to reel in their own environ
they whiz psalmic songs upon this breast;
halting and easing these weary summer hours
as Friday redeems its grueling demands --
I freeze and inhale the remaining scent of half- light.
....
Friday Feeling Contest of Silent One
3/10/2018
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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