If these words appear out of confusion then they are of understanding also. I push them out and let them live longer than my own life –– from 'The Translator'
Friday, September 16, 2016
Sound
The spirituality of sound
of a gong
of a loon
the impossible grieving
of mourning doves
the cracking of ice
the drone of urban streets
trucks rumbling
over wooden bridges
a cat’s purr
There’s a need to hold sound
to feel its pulsation
to see colors of sound
or to hear the sun mounting
the sky or
the bloodless and wicked
sound of lightning
Ah, the overflowing tapestry
of sounds
with their invisible force
or the unconscious sounds
of the dead
diffused and distant
or the meandering of echoes
the broadcast, the transmission
the longwinded sermons
the cry of a newborn
the utterance, the announcement
a city’s cacophony, the uproar
the dissonant chord
the rhetoric of schizophrenics
or Purple Passages of Deep Purple
psychedelic or progressive sounds
Om, a sound of guidance
the chant, the mantra, the moan
of orgasms, the gasp, the scream
the subtleness of whispers
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from my 6th book-length ms.
©dah / dahlusion 2015 all rights reserved
"Sound" was first published in 'Chicago Record Magazine'
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I hear you... melodious poet.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Coral, poetry lover! ––))
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