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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This poem is so lovely on so many levels.
“saffron balloon
sunrise”
Gah, that’s gorgeous.
Crazy about the title. Deeply feel the sentiment of the whole poem.