Bad Weather Sonnet
Written by Anton O Masia // October 8, 2007 // Book Reviews, Donnybrook Fiction, The Library // 3 Comments
didn’t check the clock, got there just in time
how minutes shrink and stretch wildly in the night
very first notes rang out, songs not past prime
black walls contrast the letters stenciled white
outside smoky chilled air, falling the leaves
vibrations of songs everyone has heard
ever as seasons passing. harvest, the sheaves
a farmer of notes, growing his bristly beard
the sounds and the words, together they make
rain and electric. you really must go
but retain a chord, a note. for truth’s sake
plant the notes in a thought. they’ll begin to grow
and when cold airs chill bones, they’ll be defense
which doubt and despair will rail, heedless, against
3 Comments on "Bad Weather Sonnet"
yeah, it was totally windy this weekend. that is what this is about right?
actually this is a show review of the bad weather california show at the larimer lounge thursday before last.
but i dig yr interpretation.
I think this is the loveliest of your entries so far.