Postmodern Pantoum

In a proper bluster of noise,
starlings quarrel in the hedges.
I drink coffee, my age-old compulsion,
and listen for a good word.

Starlings quarrel in the hedges;
a crow proclaims the gospel of Caw.
I listen for a good word,
but all I hear is grumble and groan.

A crow proclaims the gospel of Caw.

He is more insistent than a Presbyterian:

all I hear is grumble and groan.
Duty warns me; luxury entices.

Insistent as any Presbyterian
from the purple pulpit, summer startles me.
Duty warns me; luxury entices.
I squander precious daylight.

From the purple pulpit, summer startles me
as I drink coffee, my age-old compulsion.
I squander precious daylight
in a proper bluster of noise.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-07-11 at 02:40

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Yayāti
Pantoums are my favorite form. This one is nicely done, postmodern, and yes, teeming with possibilities.
2019-07-12