My father can juggle words
as though they were multicolored *****
His hands move, confident and strong
drawing rhythm and structure
from thin air
launching upwards word after word
And those chase one another
in colorful and complex patterns
like dancing hummingbirds
one's beak kisses tail of the other
a necklace made of rhymes
that twirl and loop around and on
composing lines that draw
a verse, a verse, a pause
the wonder that unfolds
in front of my bewildered face
as syllables, vowels and consonants
conjure magic
from null - into existence
creating paintings with no cloth
a symphony sans instruments
and I fill my own lungs with laughter
and joyfully applaud
my eyes are spangled by the stars
that without knowing or trying
day after day
he plucks down from the sky
for me
Comments:
"a necklace made of rhymes" - in the original language, that is a play on words. Rhymes can be translated as "beads" and necklace as "a stream of".
"composing lines that draw a verse, a verse, a pause" - only similar in spirit to the original. Verse can also mean "home", the equivalent of pause can mean "space".
Written for my father's 60'th birthday. Don't tell him yet, you'll spoil the surprise...