Exercises: Poem #4 in a series triggered by a given line (ligne donne).
A PURLOINED SUNRISE
The sky mimics a stage from this backrow seat,
All actors cued, primed for curtain call,
For some, their fleeting moment of fame, but
Encores are scarce before the curtain fall.
From this hammock, no struts or bellows
Supplant the sweep of silence cutting through
A valley rising from nights like strange bedfellows
Askance: What did sleep bring beside this snow?
A vast theatre, bands of blue move east before
The sun can enter them---denying a bravura
Of sunrise, and close just before the hapless actor,
Ripping through falling curtains, cries: Encore!
In the stirring valley, at the prompt of sunrise,
It is completely quiet. Then the wind dies.
---ALBERT B. CASUGA
This poem "cut through" the morning stupor, triggered by Dave Bonta' s Morning Porch ligne donne (given line). (http://www.morningporch.com/) below:
Bands of blue move east and close just before the sun can enter them. Once, when the wind dies, it’s completely quiet for fifteen seconds. ---Dave Bonta, Morning Porch, 01-16-11
The exercises continue at the Morning Porch. A la prochaine.