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♫upon this lovely january morn♫
a debut saltation for 2024
“I like the dreams of the future better than the history
of the past.”—Thomas Jefferson
upon this lovely january morn,
o how my heart, intrepid in its pulse,
keeps vigil, as the fledgling year is born,
while earth's nerves, in her afterbirth, convulse!
she sucks her first breath from the virgin wind
stirring the trees, whose whispers burst in song
to see the blushing picture of the kind
new day, for whose fresh innocence i long.
her vibrant leap invades my thirsting arms,
the evening and first morn of her debut
imposing, on my breast, their infant charms,
366 our day-count rendezvous.
bird music blends the nous with naked airs
whose embering shall fan the flames of june
when, fully sated by wild love affairs,
i seal my loyalty with one last tune.
too soon, december melts from me again,
her graveside wet with tears and drunk with wine;
i shall recover, free from yearlong pain,
when january morn blooms once more mine.
© Copyright 2024 January 28
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
“I like the dreams of the future better than the history
of the past.”—Thomas Jefferson
upon this lovely january morn,
o how my heart, intrepid in its pulse,
keeps vigil, as the fledgling year is born,
while earth's nerves, in her afterbirth, convulse!
she sucks her first breath from the virgin wind
stirring the trees, whose whispers burst in song
to see the blushing picture of the kind
new day, for whose fresh innocence i long.
her vibrant leap invades my thirsting arms,
the evening and first morn of her debut
imposing, on my breast, their infant charms,
366 our day-count rendezvous.
bird music blends the nous with naked airs
whose embering shall fan the flames of june
when, fully sated by wild love affairs,
i seal my loyalty with one last tune.
too soon, december melts from me again,
her graveside wet with tears and drunk with wine;
i shall recover, free from yearlong pain,
when january morn blooms once more mine.
© Copyright 2024 January 28
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Published 29th Jan 2024
| Edited 30th Jan 2024
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29th Jan 2024 7:50pm
This is excellent poetry, Cab. It's essence is classical contained in a modern form. It's a salutation and yet lament that moves the heart in ways most will be able to relate.
Thank you, Ahavati; your words of encouragement and applause give me pause to be elated. The years do seem to be like weeks in the it tailspin. But unless God shortens the trying times of a world gone mad, nothing would be left standing after the assault of humankind upon His creation
I had a plausible choice between saltation and salutation, but preferred the less travelled option, which seemed to add a deeper dimension to the more familiar term. NB a synonym of saltation is leap (n), so it dignified 2024 as a leap year.
I deeply appreciate the R/L honour.
Sincerely
cab
I had a plausible choice between saltation and salutation, but preferred the less travelled option, which seemed to add a deeper dimension to the more familiar term. NB a synonym of saltation is leap (n), so it dignified 2024 as a leap year.
I deeply appreciate the R/L honour.
Sincerely
cab
