3/4 time of a River (challenge item)
By Gwion
Cool bubbling A distant orchestra Humming early warm-ups Glint of sunlight On liquid metal Rushing A bow across strings A soloist following the restrictions of Bach As droplets leap Over dank earth walls Quarter-notes slapping parchment with measure Eroding land Thick roots and dead leaves Collecting flotsam Bits of other places Floating into folds of darkness As flutes Struggling to keep time with the drums Are swept into the aria of liquid violin Bound by beat and banks of ink and parchment Lingering in an elbow of corroded soil Within the arms of a river Rich banks lush with the promise of life The hope of a thousand years of build-up and decay Giving form To this flowing scar Defining the land Binding water Voicing a symphony of simple chemistry Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 02:24 PM PST 0 • 10
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