The Escape of Song

The Escape of Song

Just when I thought I was singing,
a string of falling stars, crashed,
in the background of my gravity.
They lit the small creek,
where I sat, like a memory,
softly fazed out by time.
Just when I thought I was singing,
the song heard the stars,
and alerted the moon,
and I was left sitting quietly
in the bushes, and the song sought,
the recital of the night wind.
I could have captured the song easily
and brought it home.
I could have fettered it to my kite tail,
so that it sang along with me,
unmodulated syllables, of where
it really wished to be.
But I was distracted by the moon.
I was diverted by the joy of yellow
and gold, and the silver of the stars,
the way they sang ranges
and sweet refrains, that began to mean
more to me, than a song of my own.
A song of my own that clicked
its semantics in a variation
that never varied.
A song written by heart with good intentions,
that would not be free, not for itself,
not even for me, and yes, it was mine,
but it never had the beat, never held the time
of a pure sanctuary of inner inventions.
Sometimes here at night,
I hear the freed song singing.
It is in the harmony of the universe.
It is in the coherence of the night wind.
It is safe from the square frame,
delivered slyly by man.

Reviews

[Marie Anzalone]

How easily distracted and diverted we become, how capricious, our dreams; how our small country song seems to lose value when compared to the shint things in the city. Yet, wandering free is where our songs do take us, if we have but half the courage to be unfettered.

[J. Marc]

This poem has the features of the great ones for you made the readers rediscover in themselves this sense of the wonderful by playing so skillfully with the stars, the moon, the wind......Great!

[Haifa]

I enjoy reading it, you did a great job.

[maryjaneuy]

very well written. i like this one. nice read. :D

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Great metaphoric language that had rhythm and rhyme...Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Oh, I think your semantics vary quite nicely outside their own box...I've always liked the tunes they play.

[cest la vie]

I knew the day would come when Phibby topped Phibby..
it is with this piece.
Just a glorious, beautiful write..
Well done!!!

[Emily B]

I don't know what it is, maybe I'll blame the rain, my eyes teared up a little. Maybe because I recognized the spirit of the song. Definitely a new favorite. One that I will visit again and again.

[deeps]

This is a very beautiful write here. I like this.
Very well written write.

[Terry Collett]

I do like this poem. The images flow to us well. The language used is very colourful and adds to the overall effect. I like these lines:
But I was distracted by the moon.
I was diverted by the joy of yellow
and gold, and the silver of the stars,
the way they sang ranges
and sweet refrains, that began to mean
more to me, than a song of my own.


Thank you.