I don’t have a verse tonight
Not a single one
The spring rain is more of a drizzle
My sills became the instrument of infinite torture
Drop by drop,
a little chisel is hammering my inner walls
tension accumulates
the furies. oh yes, those harpies
unfold their hair ready to spread the madness
the symphony has tragic notes
the thunders are muted
buds burst into the night a white conspiracy
Not a verse tonight
Rhymes have drowned
The inimitable Iulia’s poem brings to mind ,for some reason, Gustav Mahler’s ,” Kindertotenlied “. Though of course without Mahler’s comparative upbeat and cheerful tones.
Thank you so much, Louis Kasatkin!!! The comparison honors me more than words can say!!!