Can You Come See Me
Can you come see me,
Come be by my side,
gaze at the seashore, relax
on the dunes.
Her trembling voice
steadys as it raises
Into the question.
Can you come see me,
Soon,
Among the branches of Autumn,
High in a mountain,
twistings and turnings.
She steadys her voice and
Trembles inside.
Can you see me when pine winds
blow through decor,
Twinkling and cascading in electrified
lights,
Her voice a faint hollow
and a slight hesitation.
How about now? Crocus
bloom, and the coccoons are
weaving their magic on
landscapes, damp with dew.
Can you please come and see me?
Can you come see me soon
I'm waiting waiting here
waiting here still.
Drone
Waiting through other's dreams,
Listening to other's drone, and drone
And drone, but not fly
in the sky
Like drones, and drone like
bees in the yard,
Hovering over landscapes too dry for grass,
luscious grass,
just scrapple grass,
Droning on, not like
Amazon deliveries
In their own lanes,
Just unhappy tales,
Of blah-dy blah
Blah-dy blah blah blah.
Drones.
Excellent examples of
Excellent examples of enthralling and melodic performance poetry. The first one electrifies with striking images as it tugs at the heart with the word "waiting". Much is implied in that word. Very intense.
The second one, just as brilliant, uses cunning movement and sound to express the tedium and angst we can relate to.
Wonderful as always.