The Perambulate
David J Walker
(Bach Cello Suite N1 in G Mischa Maisky)
What part of me
Was lost
or
Never was
I see
Refracted
reflections
In a turbid sky
I feel the
Dryness
Of a desert
Cracked in brown skin
I see a crown
Muddied
Bloodied
Without a head
I read a calendar
Faded
In a boarded up
Skelly station
I visit the home of
Discarded
Treasures
Called secondhand stores
I watch reruns of TV
Shows
I never watched
before
I remember every Teacher from
Elementary school
And forget most of the rest
On purpose
I drive an old car
I’ve always
Wanted
But could never afford
I married and
Buried myself
In a love sworn to
Last forever
I’ve lived a long
Life
And wanted more
Categories:
mischa, allegory, life,
Form: Free verse
Two brothers named Mischa and Sam
Collided elbows with a bam
Both jumped in the air
Said, “This isn’t fair”
Then switched seats to eat eggs and ham
Categories:
mischa, children
Form: Limerick
OLD – PAST – OVER (triple Tanka)
i love those old tunes
played on my old victrola
there’s a needle scratch
but I don’t care it’s times past
all those carefree days that passed
laying by the hour
listening to a simple tune
over and over
dreaming of my comely lass
who’s whispering “i love you”
drigo’s serenade
and by mischa elman played
over and over
i dread this moment’s end
old days old loves over
Categories:
mischa, lost love, nostalgiaold, love,
Form: Tanka