Silver Spring Symphony

This piece is inspired by a moment and being present in that moment. No phone. No distractions. Just me and this force of nature. I wanted to translate to the world the way I experienced it. When it comes to my poetry, I love to rhyme. It seems rhyming poetry doesn’t get as much love as it once used to, but it’s a style I refuse to let go.

Photo by Europeana on Unsplash.

Silver Spring Symphony

The curtain rolls back and the light dims low

Here comes the sounds of drums on a slow roll

and it is rumbling and tumbling

growling and grumbling

groaning and moaning

as it’s rolling and bowling

into a crash of symbols that rattles the bones

and it is hitting and splitting

cracking and whipping

banging and clanging 

and bellowing and echoing

Louder and louder it grows

the heartbeat along with its metronome

Here comes the flashers, one after the other

Running chaotic and into a clutter

and it is blinding and brightening

crashing and bashing

feathering and tethering

while flickering and fingering

All across the broad it glows 

A powerful intro to this orchestrated show

Ah, here comes the flutes

So sweet and in tune

and they are chiming and rhyming

whining and twining

prowling and howling

and blowing and sowing

Where it gently brushes across the skin

causing goosebumps and shivers within

Now comes the star of the show

The tiny little dancers accompanied by xylophones

One by one the come—singles at first, then clusters after that

Suited in peplum diamonds and pointed hats

and they glimmer and they shimmer

as they flutter while they flitter

One by one they come—singles at first, then clusters galore!

Down they come, in a parade they pour

They come down all together

to the ground with sounds of beads on leather

and they are smashing and splashing

sprinkling and tinkling

trickling and dribbling

and stippling and rippling

A beautiful climax to this orchestrated symphony

Sitting in the awe of the fog

consumed by dew and mist

sprigs and twigs covered with drips of droplets

along with blades of green and coated trees

heavy with sleepy weeping leaves

Non-stop for hours they go

until the soil swells and begins to purge and flow

and it is turning and churning

riding and gliding

wrinkling and crinkling

while glistening and twinkling

gleaming and beaming

ramming and reaming

while gurgling and burbling

as it’s curling and hurling

Down the boroughs it goes in rhythm and rows

where it flows… 

and flows… 

     and flows… 

          and flows…

Remnants of tiny little dancers accompanied by xylophones

One by one they came—singles at first, then clusters after that

Suited in peplum diamonds and pointed hats

dwindling down to a quiet pitter and pat

A bitter sweet close to this orchestrated show

Ah, there go the flutes

So sweet and in tune

What was once chiming and rhyming

whining and twining

prowling and howling

and blowing and sowing

are now fading and waning

numbing and humming

and burring and murmuring

And the flashers that were once blinding and brightening

crashing and bashing

feathering and tethering 

and flicking and fingering

are now dimming and glimmering

weakening and withering

softening and simmering

The heartbeat slows and so does the metronome

And the symbols that once rattled the bones

now rumble steady and slow 

with the sounds of drums on their slow roll

and it is rumbling and tumbling

growling and grumbling

groaning and moaning

as it’s rolling and bowling

As the curtains get ready to close

and the light re-emerges dressed in an amber glow

leaving behind the scent of cedar wood and fresh meadows

and a smile of gratitude of what I witness unfold

for nature gifted me front row seats to this orchestrated show

in the eye of the storm

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