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Water Symphony

Water Symphony

A lake symphony set to begin,
my ears cleared by green bassos,
single notes gulp an opening silence.

Brown minstrels grasp surface air,
whoosh water, vacuum twilight wings
skittering a surface.

Pinholes in ultraviolet horizons
gasp, as last rays angle, strike
the silvery surface.

in my yard, lawn chair erect,
violinists in the green pit harmonize
instruments in unison, lay
undiscovered, build a sound-bed
consuming ears harvesting
a cacophony of familiar notes.

Eyes trust a rising moon clear-cutting
a path to the dock, stretching
across dimpled water.

A water symphony punctuates
from glistening, dark cellos snapping
a delicacy of movement repeatedly.

Metal creak of my woven seat, reality.
I ease back to wonder if this calm
allows a mind to dream, forget
mosquitos masqueraded arrival is
an unexpected banquet I prepare to pay
with my flesh.


7.11.21
27 lines, free verse/vers libre

WC Loser 7.21-final version ▼

Water Symphony

A lake symphony set to begin,
my ears cleared by green bassos,
single notes gulp an opening silence.

Brown minstrels grasp surface air,
whoosh water, vacuum twilight wings
skittering a surface to escape.

Pinholes in an ultraviolet horizon
gasping, last rays angle, strike
the silvery surface below.

On my shore, lawn chair erect,
violinists in the green pit harmonize
instruments in unison, lay
undiscovered, build a sound-bed
consuming ears harvesting
a cacophony of familiar notes.

Eyes trust a rising moon clear-cutting
a path to the dock, stretching
across dimpled water illuminated.

A water symphony punctuates.
Glistening, dark cellos splash-snap,
splash-snap a delicacy of movement.

Metal creak of this woven seat, finite!
I ease back, wonder if this calm
allows a mind to dream, forget
mosquitos masqueraded arrival
for an unexpected banquet,
preparing me to pay with my flesh.


7.11/12.21
27 lines, free verse/vers libre