#1006381 added March 14, 2021 at 3:46pm Restrictions: None
Spring Strain
True how the sun rises
surmises
its equatorial, western disdain,
smudged more --
yet, geese strain
voices this spring again
while all the world supposedly changed --
life unbalanced spun
on a perpetual plane --
I see your colors change
but do not match the skies
I surmise,
seeking new tones not yet attained
I see you and hear you
not the same --
but the peepers sing,
crickets’ clarity still a-hum
night long again --
and when I close my eyes
it’s only dirt I wake to see
my ears are another thing.
3.14.21
Focus for this poem is on 'tones' and its duality (sight and sound).
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