Birthing A Poem

An Extravaganza

A whisper rises from the depths Of somewhere in your soul Seamlessly bonding those little things Which make life beautiful A poetic form of creation, reflected In a moment divine, stumbles Onto discarded gems of youth Garnering their brilliance

Memories gathered flow and glide Along a rhythmic climax a la saxophone And interlude into a space Of micro-organisms emerging From behind a charade of mournful shadows

Interlaced in a warm summer evening The murmur quickens its pace through A glorious room of fragrant breezes — Its silver face alive, it slithers pulsating On to a violin and bows and kisses its way home Where alighted and composed, the poem Is born — ”shh” be quiet, please, be quiet The queen of the night is singing its song