Read me, like a word on a blank white page
Both black and white.
If there is any gray, only you can see
Between my lines.
My thoughts play upon my brow, so you find
Emotions there.
The book of life has written all the lines
From care and wear.
If you care to read them once or twice more
Then tarry in my eyes gaze locked with yours.
KJA 2019
All Rights Reserved
Cavatina form poem
Some jokers make me laugh at their folly,
without words said.
At Oscars night one did, when he wore a tux
and dress instead.
The clown felt grand with all the attention,
swirling his skirt.
But he had nothing of a woman's form
under his shirt.
These jesters make fools of themselves always,
and want respect.
They can flaunt their perverted views on us -
these we reject.
The Confused pretend but the truth is there.
They change clothes and body..... their mind, never.
Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.27.19
Cavatina poems have alternating lines with 10 syllables (non-rhyming) and 4 syllables (rhyming). The lines are repeated at least three (3) times. The poem ends with two rhymed ten syllable lines (a couplet). The rhyme scheme is xaxa xbxb xcxc, etc., ending with dd ( with 'x' being unrhymed lines).
I walk along the river bank this day
And you’re with me
We talk about nothing of importance
Just you and me.
Our time together is most wonderful
For you love me.
If thou wouldst always walk with me through life,
I’d be a blessed man with caring wife.
Cavatina:
Dedication
As the day's rusted chains break from our wrists,
Make me feel free.
Touch me, kiss me, love me, do anything,
Take me away.
Make me feel the rush that life took away,
Let's spread our wings.
Smile, show me all your dedication.
Flakes scramble for one
Last breath as they
Plummet towards her face.
Glazing each cheek, puddling
Down to her lip.
Her shrieks shatter the
Clouds- spreading then
Disintegrating into the beams
Of light- crowing the aura,
Pushing through the gray.
Quivering legs radiate
Into the soil
Awaiting the final
Push into daylight.
Releasing out of her
Worn and weathered womb,
Melodies of swift willows and
Grazed petals intertwine down
Her veins migrating into the lonely soil.
Greeting each other with a warm smile,
And a soft kiss. The melodies make their
Home there, spread stretches of chords
Through the ground and rest.
Once they are settled in, they
Breath in our world, and
Ready themselves for the
Cavatina.
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