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Bird, little bird

 

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When you learn to fly,

But you haven’t any wings

When you stand and cry —
                                       

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simply standing – dry,

the rain within pours and stings,

and it hurts and sings —           

                         

in a holy plight,

in battered flight, wavering

your hand – favouring

 

 

because

it’s

warm before the night.

 

 

 

 

 

 


59 syllable poem.  –   ”575 575 575 215” form | 3 haiku +  3lined strophe
                                            

 

 

poem dedicated to a little bird

 

 

 


 

 

 

An annotation to the poem:  in brackets I leave a *Key / Legend – as if in a map, for its reading.

(59 syllable form of 3 haiku + 3lined strophe | in mus. comp. terms it would be a Da capo Aria, but, in truth, more towards being a small French Overture form, where the Da capo section precedes (can precede, that is)  those that follow, that can be on there own – with the Da Capo section and independant of each other in their own ”section”, or linked between the three that follow in their present order, or, a variation if expanded to a larger structure. This description of ”structure”, is mainly for my own benefit – and as a mnemonic – for Musical Form, in case I hit the keyboard latter on (for instance, because my poor brain functions more freely as a musician, when looking at form and structure).  I shall leave, however, a punctuation mark – a full colon – to represent the Da Capo section before it, in light blue). As I also see the this somewhat as another sample of a ”fugued poem” form, as well (I have a couple), where each line of the Da Capo section can stand on its own – for the the *variations in mind,  the full (or rather, the expanded version) of this I shall leave below (also in light blue)  .

 

 

 

When you learn to fly  

The rain within pours and stings    

Your hand, favouring   

But you haven’t any wings   

In a holy plight   

Because its warm in the night  

Simply standing – dry, 

When you stand and cry,   

In battered flight, wavering      

 

 

 

And
Because
it’s warm, sing .

 

 


(variation: section 575757557 123 –   and varied off the 575 575 575 215) 

 


Finale: 
[215 557755575(or 7) –  a 59 syllab, form(or 61, if seen as a * 2nd variation*).  ]


 

 

Because
it’s
warm before the night, 

 

Your hand, favouring
in a holy plight, 
in battered flight, wavering,
But you haven’t any wings
Simply standing – dry,
And it hurts and sings,
When you stand and cry,
The rain within pours – and stings,
Because it is warm – (because it’s warm before the night) .  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Somewhere – between Now and the Third Versicle


(Jimi singing Dylan’s – All Along The Watchtower – arrises in my mind’s ear, in a subtle crescendo as if it were the commencement of the dawning of the sun yet be it the night)

 

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The night falls – its winds still elude unto visions of misconceived footmen lining each front, and yet  – the cricket sings.
As Babylon runs in its rivers, weeping wet, still can I not see – nor the olive groves of Galilee, nor the seas of all Being and enchantments.  These most assuredly lie somewhere between now and the third versicle of the Song of Songs.
The wind shall growl, the Watchman shall sit – until the cricket leaps a perfect fifth, perhaps a minor sixth
(to a comely bass).

 

 

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Somewhere Between Now And The Third Versicle

(© written elsewhere by me, Aug. 19, 2018)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


(N. i. s.)

moonlight on sea - G.A.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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not many ways to mend a broken heart.. (bom domingo)

 

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