Skies cast an opaline tone on the periwinkle
From the outbreak of numbness
In the clangorous concord of the brain
Phantasmagoric cosmos of phantasms
Fully loosened by pennilessness and distress
Where genuine life dwells just as a nightmare
Strident sound singing a somber song
Written: November 10, 2022
Categories:
clangorous, analogy, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Last night the Alder so deeply rooted in the hedgerow
was shot through by a bolt of climatic vulnerability.
I heard the smoking gun,
heard the clangorous salvo, the snap and break,
heard the unflexed crook of it pivot and shear,
timber dislocate, break, and crumble.
There was a fibrous unclasping,
then the unfolding thunder of impact.
This morning, thigh deep in its wreckage,
maneuvering through the downed foliage,
the strew of crumbled catkins,
I listen to its death throes
of leafage curling into whorl and lacuna,
the rustling whispers of a dwindling aftershock.
Splinters and twigs tremble, lumber creaks on
as a sotto voce rattle of demise
as if the tree was still collapsing beneath its fall,
as if this murmuring requiem
were a way to explain what the moment did.
Categories:
clangorous, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I heard the clangorous salvo,
heard its joints pivot and shear,
the hips of thick branches crumble
as it folded into the night.
There was a fibrous unclasping.
The ground flew up
over its rebounding shadow.
This morning thigh deep
in foliage and catkins, I listen.
There are death throes, a green surf ripples,
rustling whispers.
Leafy mouths tremble. Bark lips
rattle and curl.
Vowels drum in burnt cavities.
It seems the suddenness of death takes time,
It needs a Requiem Mass of murmurs
to explain what the moment did.
Categories:
clangorous, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I lay down for the night,
staring at the night sky
holding my blanket tight!
Slowly, all the hubbub of the city
starts fading away, and
I settle in for a good night's sleep!
Then comes that boisterous noise which
ruins my sleep, and makes me stand on my feet!
If it weren't for those hands ticking away
I would have enjoyed the rest of my sleep!
Then comes the time I have to go to school, and
as usual I almost missed my bus!
The school bell starts ringing, and
the teacher tries to make herself heard
over the pandemonium residing in our class.
The last bell of the day rings, and
everyone scrambles out of school!
But were it not for the clangorous
of my alarm clock,
I might not have a spent a day
how I have done, today!!!!
Categories:
clangorous, childhood, school,
Form: Free verse