Short Intonation Poems

In the darkness, glowing tiny green lamps.  No, that is not thunder; 

a guttural intonation echoes.  Crispy crunching dead twigs, 

reveal black cougar; frozen I cannot run!
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Beyond the words
There is intonation,
Of tears.
Composing music
Of sever ache
And letting him whisper
Bliss...

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Reverberation

Sweep me under from above

Deep tones, Deep ocean

Intonation of my love

Hold forever, with no end.

 

(January 20, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)


(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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homemade scarlet string 
    light Aroma 

mottling Degree 
  burning 

autumn Leaves – 
   with nymph flapping wings 

  you win 

  waltz to the rhythms on the
    zephyr's caroling strain

 rainbow-colored 
    smooth waves 

 gently rustling intonation 

 oriflame Lasting 
 autumn Carnelian 

  philharmonic Orchestra

Written: July 29, 2022...

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Intonation
tonality
Harmony
Pitch
Harmony
Melody
Centra
Ctesibius Xylem Grundfos
1803 the hoes of 1803 were forged
and the handles carved.
Used in areas of gardens
and feilds
the cicadia made
the locals conversationist.
Until "ole Fussy" told
them
"ya'll Bouis shut yo' mouths
foo Gingle Dheeze come
down year and quiet ya'll up!"

"Zum Doop dew Ditty!"
Oh: ooh wee!
Zoom:zoom:zoom: Zoom!"
""scatt dew whatta scatt scatt!"...

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Hold me low, pin me under 
Says the cricket to the thunder
In vibration intonation
Sacred sonic open eyes     
Under fern and forest flurry
Fits of fire feed the fury
In the garden of the jury
~The cricket king defies

Hear me deep, breath my name
If you are Abel, I am Cane 
Seraphina serpentina
Pounding Pagan ballerina 
Though I am always, never sever
We are two as one forever
To endeavor - ripple wind and skies
~The singing thunder thus replies  
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Burning Woman

I am watching
her embodied animation;
in exaggerated intonation.
Lightning ricochets about
in eyes
threatening to ignite my addiction.

I wish she would share her fire.

Brows invert; speech sharpens
A needle into my skull.

She is right, as always.

But this humble fuel will remain cold.

Then at night, when lights burn low,
I am left to rub sticks together
shoot inconsequential sparks.
Nothing will ignite her
until Morning comes....

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