in a rapid wing
hovering even
slow motion
needs to be
slowed down
even the beating
needs to be set
from prestissimo
to larghissimo
Rimsky-Korsakov
tried to capture
the hummelflug
but this poem is
for the caliber of
the angelic colibri
Categories:
prestissimo, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Burlesque marionettes, steeped follies –
Evanescent entertainment in fused opal.
Reptilian gutters, shadow footfalls –
Abandoned imprints in disabled technology.
Muted tales, plasmic letters –
Kindergarten lessons learned twice and forgotten.
The shards and drops trailing behind,
Indifferent time thieves gloating in a rhyme.
The wisps of chuckles posing on lace marquisettes,
A mirage goddess tangible in august fantasies.
The frayed end of silk entwined in knives,
A form-fitting desire in a jewelry display.
Gagged imagination, whited-out lies –
Apathetic daggers beating prestissimo.
Mobbed conviction, medallion protest –
Hourglass thrones on the brink of borderline.
Redundant rewind, limestone tacks –
Bed-side doves accompanying clichés.
Forfeit touchés versus placebo elixirs,
Intimidation volleys in overtime stare-and-run.
The murmur of annihilated atomic presents,
A circus ring muzzle sale reserved for mimes.
The static election floating past star-gazers,
A slogan stamped on the seal of eternity.
Categories:
prestissimo, confusion, people, sad,
Form: Free verse