The spirituality of sound
of a gong
of a loon
the impossible grieving
of morning doves
the cracking of ice
the drone of urban streets
trucks rumbling
over wooden bridges
a cat’s purr
There’s a need to hold sound
to feel its pulsation
to see colors of sound
or to hear the sun mounting
the sky or
the bloodless and wicked
sound of lightning
Ah, the overflowing tapestry
of sounds
with their invisible force
or the unconscious sounds
of the dead
diffused and distant
or the meandering of echoes
the broadcast, the transmission
the longwinded sermons
the cry of a newborn
the utterance, the announcement
a city’s cacophony, the uproar
the dissonant chord
the rhetoric of schizophrenics
or Purple Passages of Deep Purple
psychedelic or progressive sounds
Om, a sound of guidance
the chant, the mantra, the moan
of orgasms, the gasp, the scream
the subtleness of whispers
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from my 6th book-length ms.
©dah / dahlusion 2015 all rights reserved
"Sound" was first published in 'Chicago Record Magazine'
Categories:
longwinded, creation, freedom, heaven, imagination,
Form: Free verse
you wrote the book
the sewasons changed
you were neglected disrespect affected
and everything changed as life went on
you grew old
and became what you are now
reckless
hazardous
one line per stanza
each longwinded
borting epic into one line
translated for dummies
thousands of voices condensed to one
and the games have just begun
the title wave
the poems based on hundreds of thousand of title
the translation of ebvery book into poems
and then the poems into lines
and each line into a definition or a word
translating your poetry into stanzas
Categories:
longwinded, on writing and words,
Form: Free verse