Paiste Tam-Tams

 

I rise on dragonfly wings,

glimmering through the light of youth

and literature,

my aged body wrapped

in a thick grandpa rug;

a chrysalis, materially lowly,

spiritually aloof, evanescent,

taking sides with Marcel Proust

on his shaman flight

through De cȏté de chez Swann;

this Per-Albin house in Northbothnia

a nailed up fairytale

on top of a till hill,

buzzing with thoughts and wasps;

the universe plotting its course

between my ears,

lighting innumerable synapses

on the sonic waves

of Paiste tam-tams

 





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-09-15 at 14:25

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
The thing I enjoy about your poetry is that they often teach me things I otherwise might not know about. Yet through all the 'name dropping' (in the nicest possible sense) shines the clear purpose of the poet's pen. Really enjoyed this one, Ingvar.
Allen
2022-10-06