Inspired by Alan Senez’s painting, “Les Annees de Pelerinages.” Featured with permission.
Time abandoned, history lost in swirls,
Lost tunes trill eternally in vain,
Driving weeping branches, gradually insane.
Along river bank, notes writhe and curl.
In ethereal dimension, as player shifts,
Phantoms gather, nodding heads enthralled,
Wayward spumes of tunes start to drift.
In the ‘no time’, glissandos pitched, and called.
Musical shivers of rivulets, streams,
Dotted by light, drops bathed in gold,
Help dried leaves to hope and dream,
As unseen vibes transform their mold.
Eighty-eight molecules of wild spirits whirl,
Octaves reach crescendo at zenith of the sun,
As new formations in time’s streams unfurl,
Zephyrs whisper that soulful tunes have won.
Sultana Raza has published poems in 150+ journals, including Columbia Journal, The New Verse News, Copperfield Review, London Grip, The Society of Classical Poets, Dissident Voice, and The Peacock Journal. Her fiction has received an honorable mention in Glimmer Train Review, and has been published in Setu, Coldnoon Journal, Knot Magazine, Entropy, and ensemble (in French). Of Indian origin, she has read her fiction/poems in India, Switzerland, France, Luxembourg, England, Ireland, the US, WorldCon 2018, CoNZealand 2019, and Chicon8. Find her on Facebook here.
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Such beautiful imagery
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