Sonatastice Perpetuum Poem by Candice James

© Candice James Poet Laureate Emerita,
City of New Westminster, BC

A ribbon of hard sound reverberates
in my reverie, it shakes and wakes
a parlour of numb nerves, a long time asleep,
into a brand new world that can't weep.

I witness blue music climbing green mountains
to find the lost glade of pristine fountains.
Borne from the deepest scar on despair's face
A raincloud scales a luminous staircase
That blinds the frail and frivolous eyes
Sewing them closed so they can't cry.

I'm reborn and baptized in sleek symphonies
of sound and glorious mysteries,
Filled with ear-piercing highs and heart wrenching lows.
It's all moving too fast before it slows.
I lose control and my bearings once more.
while searching for lost Nirvan's score
hiding behind the blue bubble door.

I wallow half frozen in quicksand's mire
My matches are wet and I can't light a fire.
At the core of this tinder-box dry rot forest
Dead birds are singing an out of tune chorus;
And the Lord of the Flies is the crazed composer
conducting this bizarre operatic exposure
played on a cracked didgeridoo;
through a scotch and soda watered down score.
and I just can't take it anymore.
It's too beautiful to listen to and remain sane
Borne of never-ending rain
And divine despair's greatest living pain

Sonatastice perpetuum again
Now ad Infinitum for the insane.