is the nature of the note—
the pianist sits, prepared for murder
in operatic trespasses
he hears the Valkyrie ride,
her spear the thrust of baritone blast
piercing stars, like silver tears rain
It rolls down to earth,
a Resurrection, a stirring in the madness,
this flurry writhe:
a man might grow hollow on the glee
Destroying and Rebuilding—
Creation in the up-tempo swell,
but he cannot afford to think—
all crumbles to analysis.
* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well–they’re a skilled bunch of poets, with a strong and supportive community. Enjoy! And while you’re at it – vote for us in the Shorty Awards…we have a chance to take Number 1 in Art!