wild sarabande

Lorenz

A weariness akin to assigned surrender,

as the sand embrace the setting sun .

   last night walk .

Late night  talk .

This  world tilts ...

 I know not where my dwelling lies ,

at this hour of the space time loom, 

the heavens hold their  breath...

and no chariot remains to reach 

my celestial sphere ...

Lost within the architectonic grid of Mondrian .

A labyrinth of Kandinsky vivid lines ...

 post-lunatic insomnia after moon's descent .

Insignifiant observer  gazing upon a dormant  universe,

 Nameless object swept in a frenziest dance  

Before the eternal silence ,I seek but a fleeting  respite...

shall there remain in the ivory time  ,

a memory clinging to  my words  ?

 Sarabande that echoes my senses as the primal curse ?

I clash against the walls of lies ,

life haunted  by lawless street dogs ...

 Weirdest waltz of the spirits ,

orgiastic round of the hysterical princesses ,

those who beseech me to share their mornful rapture...

My footsteps wander into the contemplative urban chaos,

seeking certitudes in the mundane...

  Madness against a Mondrian -eske skyline 

or some foolish Kandinsky fancies ...

  serendipity  in a wild sarabande ! 

    Omnipotent  poet ...

 

 

 

 

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    Powerful this poem struts across the stage of the sky. Well done Lovenz

    • Lorenz

      I don't provide answers.But the absence of an answer it itself a source of artistic creation ...

      • sorenbarrett

        Sometimes no answer is the answer

      • Ellen Marsell

        Music allows the listener to experience another’s consciousness as their own flow through time.

        • Lorenz

          a musical moment that unfolds in the space of a pure emotion...

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          That collision of Mondrian and Kandinsky really grabbed me, Lorenz. Order and geometry crashing into color and chaos feels perfectly at home in this sleepless wandering. Fantastic imagery, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

          • Lorenz

            Collision and collusion between architectural reality and vibrational energy.



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