Photo Credit: clairity
By Joe Perez
Continued from Part 1, Part 2 Part 3, and Part 4.
IX
The zig zag’s second turn
Confirms its wavering
Course, first zipping forward,
Then zapping in reverse.
It gets grand and grounded
By repeating its way;
It gets stopped up and popped
When it puts itself at
A sort of Alcatraz.
It riffs in blue jazz notes,
A purplish azure hue
Short in a light spectrum
Of zagging light pulses.
It ends on a sharp edge
Vibrating with purpose.
Dazzling tune with pizzaz,
Hazards form music at
The zig zag’s second turn.
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The salmon’s sacrifice
Starts with a sad return,
As a man’s salvation
Starts with shunning the self.
When a zig zag’s zoom sags,
It sits down, satisfied.
But soon it finds itself
Saddled with direction
Or a woodwind body.
The brass saxaphone’s range
Is superb in the bass;
It saves a human’s breath
From a cacophony.
With a bombastic blast,
It masks a nasty doom.
It does not explain death
And asks not wherefore must
The salmon sacrifice.
To be continued…
This poem appears in the unpublished volume Phonosemantic Meditations.
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