At dawn still young, a grey throat on the go
Rests on a branch nearby swaying with ease,
And moves from deep inside to edge below,
To please me, or to call the mate of his,
To swing and bend, balance against sharp breeze,
Seek a foothold, await if wind should rest,
And settled down when, sing sweet melodies—
Furioso and forte, full throat and breast,
Moderato when Vaishakhi winds rise,
The climax coming lento, shorn of haste,
Never to vie with winds, opting t’be wise,
Ah, my morning alarm and summer guest,
Who, when I peep out to watch sleepy eyed,
Far away flies in thick foliage to hide.
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Sonnet |08.06.2024| Robin, bird
Poet’s note: Vaishakhi winds: pre monsoon winds in the month of Vaishakh, the peak of summer in India.
Let the ringlets be,
Our amulets are flambé,
Splash the rum in the ocean,
Brash your heart to glean,
Burghal of the stunted inamorato,
Sensational swain knocking the blistering moderato,
Reveal into my arms,
Sheal the harms,
Heal the rainstorm charms,
Predawn our attachment,
Wiredrawn the moment,
Undrawn the maladjustment,
I love you ardently,
You, truelove diffidently.
i can't
say that
i am
growing up
looking back
normality
morality
fit me
in some
category
like poetry
i'm not
iambic
i'm more
pelvic and
musically
you can
find me
andante
moderato
tastefully
eating
my pasta
al dente
and in
life i
like
most
have had
lose to
which it
is said
for everyone
there is a
soulmate
but she
died and
so did i
just like
Atlas
dropping not
the world but
my world with
a shrug
now after all these
Rumpelstiltskin
years gone by
i'm not sure
if i'm still
dreaming
in my sleep
or sleeping
in a dream
for it seems
i've been
allowed
to have
a second
soulmate
finding her
doing the same
as me pushing
a door that reads
pull
heaven's gate opens
angelic music welcomes
souls to paradise
An interpretation of: IV Moderato "Death and Transfiguration" by Richard Strauss
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpFnoHuRVOM