There are songs that we sing
Full throated
A popular ditty
Oft heard in chorus
We sing along with the world
Prelude music in place
Breathing pauses perfected
And then there are songs that try to sing to us
In pregnant silences
In their whispers
Barely audible
The mellifluous strains cascade in the breezes
And we impervious souls seldom get the drift
A delightfully engaging and intriguing piece with an ineluctably well honed hook ,” And then there are songs that try to sing to us “, a line that evokes tropes of the existential and something of the ghost of Borges and his journeys into the the realms of magic realism.
This post marks the welcome return to our vibrant poetic community of an author much missed by their absence.
Thank You so much. Thanks for the reminders to poets who had gone missing. As they say poets can’t stay away from the smell of poetry for long. Flattering to get such a review and to be so loved and by the community and grateful that you noticed our absence.
Thanks a lot Vijay …. I really appreciate it … 🙂
A magical,insightful,and reflective piece of writing.
Thanks a lot Vijay …. I really appreciate it … 🙂