Velvet Dreams - Poem by Elliott Rosenberg
Bawdy twaddlers gamboling down an articulate road,
Find themselves lost in a vineyard,
Construing dreams with an enologist and a toad.
They hem and haw undisciplined gawking at thin air,
Whilst they brave momentum to graft,
Aberrant wisdom onto a scion tree.
The piano plays announcing spring,
Shuddering a dismal winter,
Reticent skies eloquently cleave,
to a mottled calcareous terroir.
Asks the vintner to his amphibian friend,
Cauterized in a marly dream,
Why has moral turpitude shrouded your gentle gaiety?
Have you not the epaulettes of a plebeian royal prince?
One could feel the tremor of the hailing grapes,
One could hear the gallops of partisan angels fuming the morning dew.
Still there was no answer,
Only a dusky rabble impinging forward,
Versant at times,
It's swell cries loud in adulation.
Free me of these binding scars,
So that liberty may bleed from my cider heart,
to be a nuisance in a gangly world,
Where our youth redound upon subversiveness.
As I succumb to a peaceful sleep,
Slumbered over a velvet barrow,
I await a princely sommelier to decant a fermented tear,
And seethe my dormant soul.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Andy, the slim attendant with a pleasant demeanor smiled at me and said 'Yeah, just imagine truck loads of cotton candy.'
And so in the merit of happiness, and a joyous new year I hang my shoes on an ironing board and dedicate the following poem to all the true lovers of the world.
And so I wrote December 30,2015.
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