Sounds

Amid the delight arrived the sound
A tenderly mauve drop on ground
It was a large flower from a tree
unknown to me
And consequently
Stepped in tiny flowers of joy in my eyes
Obviously I looked up and there stood the sky
Pure blue
Like your milieu
Looking at me
Listening to my sounds of glee
From my mouth and lips and tongue
Aided by my cheerful lung
As at the time
Thumb and index finger of mine
Held the orange popsicle
Chuckling sounds were blossoming
In the dancing taste buds
The rhythm stops
As a horse gallops there in the field
A build up of sound collage
From tree shrills a nightingale
Before I finish perceiving the music
My ears were drawn to the giggles
From the revolving beauty wheel
A crimson feel in my breath
Life and life everywhere
Not a shadow of death

These images of sound came in a procession
Of golden past
In the moonlit ship a lovely mast
In my today's meditation
Which now is shattered by
The successive sounds of calling bell
Newspaper milk bread domestic aid
Honking horns from vehicular traffic
Clang bang clash crash
Gnash and thrash
Loud speaker blaring cheap music
All mortar and brick
No gondola in a creek
Look for a poem in web portals
You will come across
Camels at the window
Seeking entry through a shadow
No seagull
As I am forced to end my meditation
I look in void and try to understand
Well, this is perhaps
The cost of civilization



October 29, 2017
In response to Eve Roper's Nice Contest
: The Sounds of the Past

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