by Louanne Lewis & S. Porter
The melody matches
my maddening soul
The sound
takes me down
as the waves
swell and roll
Adrift as at sea
I ponder the flotsam
til one day capsize
leave my bones
at the bottom
Rattling dancers
that gather ashore
call me with
off beats and
rhythms galore
Watching the singers
forget their own words
their orange body pyres
speak a language unheard
Flashing against dark
stars in the distance
faded remains of
an eternal instance
The forest vibrates as
a resonant throng
rolling on waves
of cicada’s song ~
(My friend posts great poems.. then graciously allows me to dig them up and play Frankenstein..).
Lions Mane 