The new found voice

(experiment in Roseate Sonnet)

An rendezvous, intriguing, with
A diapason, on the tight strings,
An enigmatic, a zest stirring, is
A magic chafe on its stagnant rust

Its stagnant rust flinching away
Its mellifluous voice, mollifying,
Bits silky, anew, sway exalting,
It’s within, the song, succulent lay

My knapsack I thought empty
My sprawling monologue witty

Rapport with me is horrendous
Offered never a rampart of happiness
Sarala dared not to be in existence
Entangled a voice, buried in remanence

(Remanence = residual magnetism, retentivity )


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