Shostakovitch' second waltz wends dreamy
altering moods in my transient thoughts
self assessing, the purge runs deep in emotions
the melody hypnotic, suggestive, romantic
opulent with sensitivity overwhelming my need
the barons of fated decisions duel with ferocity
only the impudent dare not heed the tea leaves
mortal flesh, chilled to stone with calls beyond
the ferocity of the legendary hounds baying
annually on five July at Dartmore on Devon
emotions of ancient pull envelope me, a corona
seeking revenge comprehension fathoms not
sleep, sleep, sleep nestled in the breast of time
be it eternal or nocturnal I'll know not 'til morn
ever mindful, no journey compels me more
much peace and love, Carole~
thanks and best wishes...neerja
of this deeply touching poem!
Love,
Eileen
This is a gorgeous poem, Jon, delivered with eloquence.
John
Ron
Sheila
Cheers,
Dan
within this wonderful poetic expression Jon
delightful to immerse within
restlessness residing in quietudes waltz...Vickie
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Georg
Nestled in the breast of time <----How I do like that.
In to the mysterious world, we call sleep.
Nice one Jon
Regis