Watching Victoria LeGrand Perform 'Elegy to the Void'
Listen: The Lyrical Lilt
lend to our language,
like leased luggage purposefully lost,
unrolls from lifted
to level the valley
the depths of the gorge.
* * *
A full closet of linens,
I oftentimes find
the beach in symphony;
the hour arching shoreline a stable bow
whose melody is fizz of the ocean.
It is there, beneath a balcony of velvet celebrity,
the sand receives the water,
bends at the lunar altar,
and acknowledges a driftwood cloud.
* * *
There is a weed of sadness woven
through untilled soil
in this garden of thorns kept far from their rose,
where, still, I cannot help
but to tap my feet to the hum of this ancient rhythm,
anxious for movements left uncomposed,
my ear tightly pressed to a frail pink shell,
swelling in ghostly lullaby.
Submitted for: Music Themed Poetry Anthology
Sponsored by: Geraldine Taylor
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2019
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