eggs

The musical promise of a bass beat
throbs down the hall or from the street;
if you hold your breath you can hear the vowels
of a vocal line that consists of growls.

Carpets draperies and cushions
soften my room; I caress
synapses, hoping for the words
sweet vowels and consonants
that assemble quintessential
truth from broken shells, albumin, yolk.

This chick can, will rise
clad in rainbow
fiery bright
blazing clear letters
etched against the night sky
rivaling the full moon.

The musical promise of a bass beat
throbs down the hall or from the street;
if you hold your breath would you listen for vowels
of a vocal line that consists of growls?

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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