Doug Stewart

Dream River Road - Poem by Doug Stewart

The wanderers sing to an off key
Melody that is never quite brought to
And the conductors rap their scarred
Batons, bored musicians come to loose
Throats clear, noses sniff and snort, sheets
Of music riffle in sweaty palms, and sudden
A single violin, strung with heart gut, echoes
Painfully throughout the hall, a tenor starts the

And If I sing in the dark,
When no one else is
And if I dream in the
Daytime, when no one else
But I dance in plain sight, just because
I can,
Am I less free than those who
Publicly display their art, or simply
Hubris runs rampant in land overgrown with
Yellow tulips, white chrysanthemums, and death

Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical

Form: Blank Verse

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 24, 2015

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