It's Marmalade at Midday...~
The Friday Forgotten #005~
When the planets were slightly askew
And the air
Electronic...
It's Marmalade at Midday!
Secret light lingering
In the silk road
Stillness
Of an infinite moment.
Silent words wandering
Breathless sands
Of a seashore sunrise...
It's Marmalade at Midday!
Distant music of clash and chagrin
Guitared rhythms of pulse and pain
Sonnet couplet of muse and mayhem
Ave atque vale debutante and anthem...
To be or not to be
That is the dream.
Whether 'tis wiser to suffer
The twists and torments
Of smiling Fortune
Or to take a stand
Against the current of ebb tides
And be
Or not be...
Imagine the taste of Marmalade at Midday!
Sweet spice
Twelfth Night at noon
Viola and violin
Orchestrate Misrule...
If Music be the Staff of Love
Play Marmalade at Midday!
Silken light lingering
In the secret
Stillness
Sweet pain wandering
Breathless sands
Dreaming
Warming
Basking
In a seashore sunrise...
Immortal Moment
Hunter to Prey
Chance to Circumstance
Marmalade at Midday...
I measure out my life with haiku. My camera films my soul. ~ Gemma Wiseman
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1 comment:
You've captured some nice images here in this fine poem.
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