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.