Poem: Dying, Hears Thrush

 

Dying, Hears Thrush

 

mild lute, mellifluous 

of peace-tuned arpeggio.

 

sorcery of sonata dispels grids, 

street lattices, rectangular crypts.

 

luscious of lulalby, nuanced of note,

this fingerboard of throat--

 

yes, a warbler!

each luscious resonance to reminisce.

what purity of sound!

these inlays of notes, my body uplifted

by such dulcet, jewelled sighs,

 

and i now see why now

trees cherish such songs,

as i melt into delight,

this primal, sensuous immersion.

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5/8/24 ... 

5/17 cosmetic changes 

4/20 tons of changes

3/3 changed some prepositions ... 

Foot hurts, can't walk.  Might as well write what I wish.