A folder for my writing August 2017 & July 2016 |
(224 Words, 25 lines and Free form in five stanzas) You close your lids to Bach’s Goldberg variations profound, witty, inventive, you hide those golden eyes to sketch your future with hot scattered embers but burn on your past, same as nights your dear old dad sneaked into your room, stooped low, and you wouldn’t tell You close your lids to Barber’s Adagio in Strings and dream of lovers as some bewildered phantoms from a distance with your humanly insistence then think you can’t compare apples and oranges but in thoughts’ placid pools stirs a fury divine You close your lids to Ravel’s Concerto in G harboring shattered hopes, overwhelming grief your heart heavy, on a leash, over kids born dead over kids found deaf, and your man who flung himself off a cliff, after he slayed the dog as vengeance You close your lids to Massenet’s Meditation while nights drift to claim the shore and you curl your fists and step up your living, now trapped in fancy clothes, and tangled roots unfold limb by limb, as you strike back at the world, hanging men to smolder on trees You close your lids to Stravinsky’s The Rite of Spring in trails familiar, your steps birthing burials as shadows soak into snow in bloody pathos like your magic tricks, then you make the smallest move and open your eyes to the bareness of iron bars -------- Prompt: The secret in her eyes |