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Below Orion’s belt He will fly. Sailing in on the evening breeze, Through a clustered cloud of E’s. To the timbre of a stammer, Above the cedar trees. A wish for lips to seize the soul is filled, Without tongue, or a love-stoned kiss. No, this moonlight drifter need not sneak To steal your attentiveness. Raspy cool, birthed on a cool train, a Coltrane, Flickering inside a steel blue horizon. A stray bolt of lightning in a darkening jar. Did you see it? Condensed droplets of jive crystallize As sight spreads with a cock-crow sunrise. Shadows yield to spots of sunshine, and The hum knifes through atoms of air, Awakening the Early Ears. A fulfillment, furnished. A drip, a drop, A drip and a drop, Arranged in pairs of sinking threes - The details of an ensemble’s dream Infuse the day’s reality. And with one last vertical dance, Time slips back to a simpered trance, As basso continuo leads you home, Through a lonely mountain pass. A zephyr is crowned, Sitting atop a morning cloud, To culminate, an unfettered kite, A lazy bird in flight.
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Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 3:58 PM UTC
Lazy Bird (Blue Train)
Below Orion’s belt He will fly. Sailing in on the evening breeze, Through a clustered cloud of E’s. To the timbre of a stammer, Above the cedar trees. A wish for lips to seize the soul is filled, Without tongue, or a love-stoned kiss. No, this moonlight drifter need not sneak To steal your attentiveness. Raspy cool, birthed on a cool train, a Coltrane, Flickering inside a steel blue horizon. A stray bolt of lightning in a darkening jar. Did you see it? Condensed droplets of jive crystallize As sight spreads with a cock-crow sunrise. Shadows yield to spots of sunshine, and The hum knifes through atoms of air, Awakening the Early Ears. A fulfillment, furnished. A drip, a drop, A drip and a drop, Arranged in pairs of sinking threes - The details of an ensemble’s dream Infuse the day’s reality. And with one last vertical dance, Time slips back to a simpered trance, As basso continuo leads you home, Through a lonely mountain pass. A zephyr is crowned, Sitting atop a morning cloud, To culminate, an unfettered kite, A lazy bird in flight.
Poetry by Ted Boughter-Dornfeld Copyright © 2009
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Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 3:58 PM UTC
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