Shattering Symbols
Shattering Symbols
Sometimes I feel shattered between symbols,
A musician crashes me side to side,
I plan quiet and peaceful meditation,
Then life takes me for an unscheduled ride.
The world comes down with its pressing problems,
The symbols clang and squeeze my aching head;
Musicians’ drums beating, so demanding;
Oh, for soft pianissimo instead.
The breeze and wind songs of flute and oboe,
Hover the symbols’ overbearing blare;
With sweetness overwhelm the symbols’ thrust,
Then sweet life’s harmony returns its flair.
Everywhere Walt Disney birds are tweeting,
A musical garden perfumes the air.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017
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