Monsoon (or Lights Out)
The thunder rolls in
Baritone scales
of different tones and intensities,
A huge pianist
With strong and determined fingers
While the raindrops plink
In the treble notes of a harp
Their rhythms and tones
Altered by the whimsy
Of the wind, a big tuba
Who blows their fragile notes around
While the crickets
Silly fiddlers,
Keep up their steady
Monotone
And I compose by a quartet of candles.
Walking the Dogs
Squeal-creak of swing
Laughter of child
Smile of Mother
Birdsong in park
Morning.
1 comments:
I happened on to your blog and simply love your poetry! The bits and pieces shared from your daily life are great to read, too...such a nice blog! ~Susan
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