The Fury of the Charm
The world sings a karaoke song
That can be marveled in the sign language
Of greening leaves on noble fingers
Of last years virgin shoots:
Pointed, veined verdures dip and touch tips
As bobbing boughs elbow-dance--
They tell us tales from ancient times
And bring rhyme and verse from unsung fields;
Or in the echo of well-water concerts
Wherein the subbing of silvered frogs
Can be heard low-brooding across dark deeps;
Or a thousand serious crickets
Trilling night notes on a hill
As sky-flowers fall curved
Against a heavy-purpled, distant reality;
Life sings its skigging tune
Incessantly in the silent, holy light
And retails a myriad moments
Amidst ethereal physical fulminations
That can never more be duplicated;
For when we seek the years in this rune,
And when we thrive within that heart of lights,
We will giggle like primmed children
As we ‘Parle vous our dinner!’
In the fury of the charm.
—Dumas fils
Annot: ...Heavy-purpled...reality: night sky with stars blooming in the advancing edge of night....
Heart of lights: light particles have at their heart the speed and the power un-duplicated ( I always say it as dup--as in cup, when I put that word in a poem) by other known particles. Each of the more than 240 kinds of light has their speciality...that wonderful energy and speed......
Skigging: that's how a violin is played....
"Parle Vous our Dinner!": a famous line I borrowed, for here (for Sammy), which came in a letter from one of my German kids. Ken was telling about their vacation in Luxemburg. Their family was in a restaurant with alot of French in the menu —and in the air. As that French in the air still stayed with him when he got home, his joy at telling me what they had done while there he summed it all up in that phrase. And I got it: he was in fanfare. And he was sending it all to me--his twelve to my two twelves.....
Charm: the best of words, at any time in a life; it means to sing.