L'esprit De Temps Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

My tan mustang approaching seafront
At all hazardous speed
Like a turbojet headlong! -
I will hold the fiery sunset on my palm
As redolent star-ball's devoured by the sea!

A stranded tramp amidst the fireworks,
His tattered frock iridescent with glow,
Eyes' wondrous focus on the tinsel lights -
He will catch this aberrant day
As sizzles out an undulating glee!

We, dreamers of lukewarm, perplexed dreams,
Suggestions conjured up by glib smartphones,
Our listless minds - rum dotards on riff-raff -
We will stay time's grandfather's clock
As force indomitable will persist l'esprit!

18.04.2020