blue skies poetry

Awoke with a tune in my head —
A few bars, ribbons blue,
floating loose over the bed.

A febrile logic tries and tries again
to place it.  What is it ? What name?
A movie score – that  Mozart bit from  Out of Africa?
An echo from Grieg’s Norse cave?
Straining, impatient, I link up
to other snatched notes.
It’s no use. They fade away free.
Da Capo:
Awoke with the heartbeat of a tune,
awash in the amiotic fluid of an inner ear,
  a  somersaulting starfish
           left on the morning shore
    by the receding wave 
            of dreamless sleep
It is an afterthought offering
rising from some ocean floor.
A child humming to itself, echoeing
in pearl-pink  transparence,
caring not if  I hear
through sand-clogged ears.
What matters the name?
Those trailing  aqua – blue notes
ripple again through sea-foam skin
and the day begins, as it will end,
In an unanswered question;
   an anonymous tune

~ Maria Robson

Maria Robson is a Montreal teacher, freelance writer and translator who loves to travel and research, first hand, the nomadic life. She is currently working at Sultan Qaboos University in Oman.

Filed under: Maria Robson by akublik Date 16 March, 2009