Sprawling, against a backlit Sun. Magenta
the Clockwork of Time
and its infinite antinominies
..................of timeless aimlessness
and Void of Time
fades as a memory
the pulse and rhythm of each staccato stroke
against the clockwork springs
and fine-tuned apparatus
the pendulum swing
and weighted balance strokes
Masses of Fixed, orbital constructs
and circadian heartbeat pulses
conforming to some Final End
of Morbid Alarm
or Eternal Awakening
the surreal bending of metronome reflection
twists the Absolute structure of melody
(notwithstanding it's momentary cadence,
and sequence of endless notes
Cascading
backwards in patch-work puzzlement,
like Shostakovich having a break before the
Symphony begins
and lets out Piano-Forte brash
as if in dissonant protest
to the scandal of patterned, and ordered
Tablature
Categories:
shostakovich, 11th grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Acrostic
It rained.
A long dead dog got wet.
I fell head over heels in love again.
I think I died - thought - thunk.
Hot coffee revived
black no sugar.
Walking now on pins and needles
same ol same ol.
Good to be me and not that guy
without a raincoat.
Listening to Shostakovich.
Do I make myself clear?
Going to the bathroom - I mean toilet.
Have to floss.
Exit.
Categories:
shostakovich, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Dimitry Shostakovich
a gifted composer so slick
With a prolific reportoire
symphonic &for a choir
Categories:
shostakovich, music, people,
Form: Clerihew
In that
place
which is North of normality
where
insanity's just a formality
I'm sat
listening to
Dmitri Shostakovich.
Categories:
shostakovich, mental illness,
Form: Rhyme