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I Touch Beauty Daily

Monday, April 2, 2012

Dried Leaf Music

Dissonance was uninvited with discord partner
Rapture wanted sought-after invitation
What reached my sleepy ears
Hesitant chords of attempts at lilt
Turned me into an unwilling choir director
Imbuing, cajoling, a plucker of unwillingness
Cacophony acquired another name
Showing the struggle with sweet harmony
Not its fault, this insufficiency
Blown, scattered where they lay
Buffeted by nature’s powerful mouth’s air
Caused unpredictable migration
They landed where they landed
Unorganized orchestra of unawareness
No longer cosseted by lack of wind
Bullied into attempts at musicology
Discordance, the nature of their product
Caused the body to burrow, to find escape
To be spared, to be released from bondage
Helplessly bound in bedchamber
Shut eyes no shelter from inner turmoil
Not music, this apprentice’s jarring
Stingy rain droplets frustrate musical blend
No mellifluous perfection here
No blending of different sounds
Scattered drip-pause-drip of inconsistency
Chased sleep away with alacrity
This choir director failed woefully

Rain’s authoritarian dictatorship trumped
My gentle attempt at musical sanguinity

--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.

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