Poetry: Anonymous

Choral humming crescendoing.
To a pause.
Acoustic gems flowing majestically.
Springing from honeyed pores.
A thousand ecstatic strings diving headlong.
Taunting and flirting raucously.
Whilst surfing the sonorous tides.
A thundering beat commanding order.
Chaperoning the rampant melodies.
To serene dulcet flows.
My own private symphony.
Staged in the ornate grandeur.
Of a lonely mind.
The river of notes, though.
Is dammed by a familiar foe.
My chaotic body.
Damning the music.
To an eternal silence.

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  1. Acoustic gems flowing majestically.
    Springing from honeyed pores.
    A thousand ecstatic strings diving headlong.
    Taunting and flirting raucously.

    Thank you Anantha:

    I’ve been quietly waiting for more Vancouver Verse from you and next even younger Rumi with his spelling board from Calgary.
    Your short poems are remarkable and very thoughtful.

    Makes my gray-haired old mind wander while cooking a holiday Turkey. I solidly nailed the large bird’s neck to the porch railing to hold it firm. And then I step back inside and watch the dense western Montana forest covey of several species of wild birds descend upon and consume some cooked luncheon meat. Just imagine that. Sharing Thanksgiving Dinner with wild birds. They really appreciate the fresh chow in this nippy weather.

    Gratis for sharing your verses with me and the outside world… 🙂

  2. What a bittersweet piece!

    The love of music, of sound ~ enjoyment hampered by the limitations of the physical body.

    The ability to express that love… it is there in the words you share and those words become your intrumental solo, your soaring voice singing, your body dancing.

    Thank you so much for this poignant and deeply touching poem, Anantha.

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