This week we have three poems, because the weather is beautiful and somehow I can’t help but keep breaking into verse. The first poem was inspired by translating Horace’s Odes and trying to put classical verse forms into English. The second is a sonnet, and the third is an experiment in repetition and refrain.
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Alcaics
A jazzy bud of song is erupting from the neighbor’s window, blossoming in the air and mingling with the bird flock’s folk tunes. Sparrow, piano, and spring entangle in lapses of the afternoon’s hazy hours. A conversation starts, then it dwindles, stalls, picks up again, and traffic threads a daze. In this symphony all must offer some kind of note or tune. It is evident by how the roaring engines and tinkling keys consort into a common chorus, music is in everything and glimmers.
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Observations from a Picnic
A small ant stirs the structure of a leaf within a world where leaves are trees and blades of verdant grass supply full shade’s relief, where grassless patches are cool forest glades. The wren, the sparrow, and the oriole sing melodies in gladness for the light that dreams a golden spell upon the whole of mid-May’s blooming, chuckling in delight. One robin struts out of the brush to show, in pride, his prize of worms that, living, shift, clutched in his beak, tasting and savoring now the life that feeds his life, the cruel gift. And how, up there, does that hawk stay afloat? He seems to swim and knows the blue by rote.
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Gray Rain
Gray rain, small rain, sweet rain of May, fall on the full hydrangea blooms that bloom today. Light rain, clear rain, fresh rain of May, wash clean the sidewalks for the feet that pass today. Kind rain, mild rain, shy rain of May, bless all the bare, uncovered heads you see today. Cool rain, soft rain, pure rain of May, kiss gently now the brow of him I miss today.
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Sending praise for Observations and Gray Rain, Ramya! 👏 Both lovely. Reminds me of when a "poem" was more than prose with weird line breaks (aka 'carriage returns'). Just a matter of taste of course.