while the days are yet a flourish
in the mornings with the lazy ray of sun
that rides above the current cold
of winter breath
there is a puff of cloud
no more
until
a blinking of the eyes has passed
and grey is come from nowhere
over-filling blue and the immediate surrounds
I will dance upon the green
of luffing grasses
stooped in the act of making wind-puffed
ripple waves
almost sleeping
for the days are growing short
and cool
too cool above the ground
but watch me rise
a leap
to make the sound of clicking heels
and the devil
may he care
for I do not
I am preoccupied
among the drumming rhythms of my feet
to patterns I imagine
with the vigour of a flourish
oh these lazy zephyrous days
come hold my hand and dance you
with me now
before the heavy breath
of winter
sets a weight upon our shoulders
and the season bears us down
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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Good write Frank. Ahh, when someone asks me what sort of day I've had, I will reply: A zephyrous one!
Off to go luffing into a zephrous day are you Orchi?
Levity aside this is such a superb write Frank - read it a couple of times and will no doubt have another read later
Nothing wrong with a zephyrous day O.
Michael - this was a favorite piece to read to an audience. I enjoyed getting a kind of a roll in the rendition.
Glad you both enjoyed the piece. Cheers.
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Having become familiar with your unique current style, I could tell this was an earlier piece, but a fine one indeed, Frank!
Yes, the style has evolved a little over time, Louis. Glad you enjoyed. Kick your heels up.
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