The Autumn Sonata - Second movement - MetaphorA Poem by Michael Oliver
Bus terminal - there mute pastel trees - medieval haunted
The tenor sings - drunken - dischord intense - days mellow Breath - a single contentment - a once opulence - sigh Civic lined - high arched the silent white quoins Parliament square - tilts the surrounding echoes - haze murmured A time - once strode - importance worn - acknowledged nods Abeyances articulated from the shadows of pedestrian lives Reaping personal harvest-now-outside - diners continue discourse The hair just set and jewels wrist poised At lunch - a blues - ennui of sybarite posture A woman waits - the smiling waiter - peak hair Black and white and efficiently briskly gliding David takes our order - confit du canard - 'Cheeps' White - shirt leaning forward - notepad - presence beside me 'Pardon' ' - 'With Cheeps ' - ' Yes please ' -I think Watch him walk away - watch him walk away A spring blossom - the turning flower -wisdom plays - now a Tanist's time - the oak leaves passed - as leaves begin to turn - burnished - then fall David's in 'Spanish' performance - hopes on a Paris trip
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1 Review Added on October 21, 2014 Last Updated on October 21, 2014 AuthorMichael OliverAboutI like capturing the world in various mediums for a long time I was a painter, but more recently I realize the same imperative can be used to direct words as well as brushes. more..Writing
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