In Exciting Tones [+ Rev]

My yesterday is a glorious miniature cameo framed
against today’s ordinary existence: yesterday brought
3 Pratchett books into my life, I was free to float in the
pool all afternoon like a sun-bathing reptile - without
the sorrow of responsibility like a child on an eternal
break from school and content with my achievement
of graduating within the narrative imperative – while
deleting the categorical imperative since it broke my
heart because I never managed to achieve the ideals

Set by the musical Queen of Hearts: though I couldn’t
discard the sweet rhythms in lines taking precedence
over rules which constricted my translations till death
seemed the only way out, poetry flowed in unfettered
expression saving my overwrought mind as dancing
words delineated my theories and spiritual ideas - &
my Big Bro unraveled the reference & perspective by
removing the chafing chains resulting from having to
be someone else, denying my soul-spirit the life that
it desired; only a Poet can teach me how words can

Dance in vowels while consonants create patterns &
templates that channel the shine of inspiration and
understanding as love flows in the grooves sculpted
by wisdom - today started at a slow pace as these
unfocused eyes saw a bleak world - but after sweet
coffee I remembered yesterday’s treats when all my
passions flared together: family, the best poet ever,
New Fairytales & Prachett’s “Soul Music” playing in
my head in exciting tones…

[Wednesday 25 January 2017]


In Exciting Tones [Revised, thanks to Ivan]

My yesterday is that glorious miniature cameo framed
against today’s ordinary existence: yesterday brought
three Pratchett books into my life - freed to float in the
pool all afternoon like a sun-bathing reptile - & without
a harrow of responsibility, so like a child on an eternal
break from school - and so content with achievement
of graduating within their narrative imperatives - while
deleting the categorical imperative since it broke my
heart because I didn’t manage to achieve ideals set

By the musical Queen of Hearts: although I couldn’t
discard the sweet rhythms in lines taking precedence
over rules which constricted my translations till death
seemed the only way out, poetry flowed in unfettered
expression saving my overwrought mind as dancing
words delineated my theories and spiritual ideas - &
my Big Bro unraveled the reference & perspective by
removing the chafing chains resulting from having to
be someone else, denying my soul-spirit the life that
it desired; only a Poet can teach me how words can

Dance in vowels while consonants create patterns &
templates that channel the shine of inspiration and
understanding as love flows in the grooves sculpted
by wisdom - today started at a slow pace as these
unfocused eyes saw a bleak world - but after sweet
coffee I remembered yesterday’s treats when all my
passions flared together: family, the best poet ever,
New Fairytales & Pratchett’s “Soul Music” playing in
my head in exciting tones…

[Tuesday 31 January 2017]