AN AFTERNOON QUARTET (friday, may 04, 2012 04:05 a.m.)

circling above my head on a bright sunny day

far above the trees and the earth an occasion took place

the slight sound of wings and feathers circled above my head

rustling leaves sang as the danced progressed

            fluctuating inward and out word in their hypnotic twirl

a message given with such a climatic skill and practiced grace

a moment such as this is only done in time of which blessed

ancient and mythological sensations of the unknown dead

            twisting inside my heart, body, and mind only to ensure reality

            and in choking sobs my words came so a silent halt

            even my breath ceased to exist in this afternoon quartet.

 

circling above my head on a bright sunny day,

far above the trees and the earth, an occasion took place

the slight sound of feather clad wings circled above my head

rustling leaves sang as the danced progressed

            as the flowing current of days time pushed me onwards   

leaving me breathless and with nothing to say

a moment such as this is only done in time of which blessed

ancient and mythological sensations of the unknown dead

            twisting inside my heart, body, and mind only to ensure reality

            and in choking sobs my world came rushing back into focus  

            leaving a memory recorded scene of this afternoon quartet.

Reviews

[Donald Meikle]

like it It flows well even as words came so a silent halt. Aint nature all.