Today at dversepoets.com, we are writing about the senses, using them to embellish our poetry. I used a longer sonnet form and three too many syllables in the next to the last line...or should I not have mentioned that?;)
I Hear Banjos
I hear banjos under dusk's velvet sky
I hear banjos under dusk's velvet sky
Flickering copper flames project pictures
of where I've been since the first glint in my
parents' eyes to being a son's mother
In the fire's embers, reflections of days
of lives suspended in time, rekindled
by smoldering desire, searching byways
for a star to follow, or a signal
Strong yet tender hands pluck the banjo strings
I hear echoes of an old bass guitar,
an antebellum dusty violin,
a hoedown with mandolin or sitar
Ushered in by moonlit frosted mountains
Swallows wings switch gears, abating their flight,
carrying scents of jasmine in downturns;
they stop a second to kiss me goodnight
We feast and revel under the light of Jupiter -
joined in song by mating red-winged blackbirds
