It is bitter cold crossing the Thames
to the Festival Hall,
now we are as warm as if in a local pub.
Hush now you people – who I shall never know,
or meet again anywhere,
Hush the endless calculations
of your tieless brains.
Brahms is adjusting his piano stool.
A fine performance.
Old, fat, cigar smoking Brahms
in the guise of a lovely female takes a bow.
Thank you for these moments,
this hour that came together among us,
take the moments home now
disappear into a somewhere.
Outside it’s raining,
a cold drizzle
that runs down the necks of us all.
It's okay.
Categories:
tieless, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A faultless tributary lowered in frigid water.
There is no exact development profound inside.
The chaotic life above is evaporating blunter.
Inside, the eternal silence is deafening, sighed.
The lake, in every case near the hustle of life.
How might it be so still when all is livid strife?
The cold water surrounded my heart and mind.
I'm left confused by the quiet feel of grind.
Isn't it time for peace? To wrest silence.
I was overwhelmed by serenity and tieless.
I bid farewell to the source of my disturbing.
It's despairing yet still hopeless standing.
After a flood and a lifetime, it rowed.
A town lost in the appalling cloud.
Written: October 16, 2021
Categories:
tieless, analogy, character, confusion, magic,
Form: Sonnet