humming schwä

we uh 
at that saffron balloon 
sunrise  
seizing the sky
and we’re listening 
for the bumble-buzz 
of bee
and be. 

the world is all 
squawk squawk squawk 
and talk of war
-nings and fire and we 
have to warble loud 
to stay un
-stressed. 

it’s best to pencil 
in the rest, slow slur 
-blur shades of graphite, 
whispered to a murmured 
page. 

perhaps the purring 
trees will have something 
less to say. quiet now, 

                  love.

and let’s just tre(m)ble 
clef the rest. 

::
In April, we poem.

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2 Responses to humming schwä

  1. This poem is so lovely on so many levels.

  2. Shawna says:

    “saffron balloon
    sunrise”

    Gah, that’s gorgeous.

    Crazy about the title. Deeply feel the sentiment of the whole poem.

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