musings of la souris bleue...

(...poetic visions of a troubadour's life)

alfred booth

alfred booth
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Colombes, France
Birthday
May 23
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Just a mid-aged classical pianist who likes to write poetry in his spare time. A newcomer to the blog experience at OS. You'll find almost exclusively poetry as I expand my horizons.... See more at: http://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/troubadour

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APRIL 24, 2012 9:38AM

P(oem)-A-D(ay) n° 24

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moonlight’s sad song forever retains death’s cold breath

Let me live in the sunlight, but teleport me to the desert
if I must make amends for my folly, callous in love. I know
few gay, dainty, sprightly wishful tunes, I am not a singer,
nor songwriter, as my muse is often mired in decadence.
Wisdom, after five decades of being a smart-ass little boy, 
has only taught me to live for today's pleasure, a slave
to pseudo happiness that is rekindled every week with new adventure,
new lies, all  cut into pieces and served in a tall cocktail glass filled
with the chilled sweetness of a banana daiquiri  I sip and slurp
as we -- my muse and I, of course -- compose ditties unworthy of
tweets chez Twitter at midnight.  Oh I am tired of this frivolity. 
I long for death to entrap  me, wrap me, rapture me
in beautiful funeral music. Be quick! before drowsiness claims me!
Oh, gentle gods and goddesses of ethereal harmony
that I may hum gladly to your thrumming in the arms of eternity. 

sunburnt and parched I stumble  into the oasis' dream


unconnected reality
[2012.24.4...a]

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