Friday, January 13, 2017

Red Cone(LF)#341-soft still morning


soft galah grey clouds
let fall fluffy feathers
to the cotton wool earth
the rhythm is like a slow blues
the earth is in a narcotic state
slumbering
fairy wrens about
a magpie warbles
the rhythm picks up
it is not yet a pop song or punk
more a waltz
without breeze
and the agapanthus take centre stage
swallows fling themselves into the stillness
and an Italian snail sticks to the window pane
gravity has pulled the body
downward to dream
together we slumber


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2 comments:

  1. Béatrice MACHETJanuary 13, 2017 at 12:16 PM

    I like the atmosphere of this poem! What about having a 3/4 time rythm, at least for a few lines, to let us feel the waltz...

    it is not
    yet a pop
    song or punk
    more a waltz
    without breeze

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  2. red coneJanuary 13, 2017 at 4:38 PM

    I Like that! Thank you.

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