Counterpoint
Dull days cascade like rising organ notes.Sunday starts muted, drowned like a hummed hymn,
Monday tries swimming, Tuesday almost floats,
And Wednesday is when it learns to swim.
By Thursday, Friday it has crossed the rim
But Saturday a bit of peace is found.
The calm and quaint before the storming grim.
Though here sharp ears can catch another sound:
An anxious counter point beneath the ground
On which the cascade runs and rages rough
Over ridges causing what waves abound
That could turn dullness to “I’ve had enough”
Any day. The motion’s a centrifuge .
Dullness cascades but really is a fugue.
Sonnet by Sameen
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Written on 2026-09-04 at 19:53
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