Chopin The Poet

Tumbling words,
ideas,
helter sketler,
like spaghetti acrobats running along a piano.
Flicking sparking lights,
of fancy and delight.
Green wings of jungle parrots leaping at the white moon.
Mayflies in waltz.
Summer heat haze zigzagging towards etherous oblivion,
and transparent heaven's peak.
Like glass frogs the words leap;
like Gods, speak,
in many tongues as one.
Flame ignites sun.
The poem is done.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.