Sonnet XXX
Ideas yellow in a scribbled column.
Use tongue as driblets at its leisure, gladness,
brim arias for nasal alts while falling.
The wind’s soprano, salty patterns, sadness…
Roulades, the smalt of sky moves contra solem,
occludes the light and wipes away the deadness
of hell on asphalt, sunny puddles’ strolling.
Eternal dancing – forte to piano,
and from piano into deeper forte,
chiaroscuro, yields of rings in halos,
filled to the brim in nebulous Cinzano…
Though growing dumb, in trance, I’m still recording
tempested dandelions, dreams umbrellas.
March 25, 2013
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