Saturday, October 26, 2013

INSIDE THE SOUND & PANTOUM FOR THE LINE OF DOLLS

INSIDE THE SOUND: A Villanelle

Take notice of the silence in the sound
The sound of sound is in the music there
Be still the mind where judgments are abound

The ear is known to sense the world profound
To subdivide the ugly from the fair
Take notice of the silence in the sound

This is a place with music all around
The bliss of wind in trees without a care
Be still the mind where judgments are abound

Undo the violence seeing will surround
Unlike the eye, the ear can never stare
Take notice of the silence in the sound

Do know that we are partials of the ground
Divine that births the world through silent prayer
Be still the mind where judgments are abound

These musical intentions will astound
To find the subtle masterpiece is rare
Take notice of the silence in the sound
Be still the mind where judgments are abound




PANTOUM FOR THE LINE OF DOLLS

She took her place among the line of dolls
Beset with fear her skin turned sickly pale
And all who saw her turned before the fall
Unto the sounding of the bugle’s wail

Beset with fear her skin turned sickly pale
Her shapeless legs held firm around the wind
Unto the sounding of the bugle’s wail
A trail of dirty tears down to her chin

Her shapeless legs held firm around the wind
That sweetness of her face a dying dream
A trail of dirty tears down to her chin
The dolls beside her hacked a golden scream

That sweetness of her face a dying dream
The sky around them shuddered with the thought
The dolls beside her hacked a golden scream
The One they called to save them then, was not

The sky around them shuddered with the thought
For hope was always drifting in the air
The One they called to save them then, was not
Their universe ached on without a care

For hope was always drifting in the air
They fell as one, went lifeless to the ground
Their universe ached on without a care
To the silent, sliver moon’s impassive frown

For the evil of the man that sent her home
And for all who saw her, turned before the fall
For the man who wanted her to him alone
She took her place among the line of dolls