Pantoum: My Spring Song

Originally posted 05-04-2006 at ILXOR.

Pantoum: My Spring Song

The banjos are not seeking after me,
and piccolos ignore my sprightly stride.
I cannot tell the brass band from the sea,
its volume can be so undignified.

The piccolos ignore my sprightly stride.
The sunlight fuzzes down from heaven's Marshall;
its volume can be so undignifed.
The tulip tambourines remain impartial.

The sunlight fuzzes down from heaven's Marshall,
a bongo circle forms among the weeds,
the tulip tambourines remain impartial
while queen bee gospel singers spread their seeds.

A bongo circle forms among the weeds,
a music stand of trees displays their scores
while queen bee gospel singers spread their seeds.
A soaking rain of notes will clean my pores.

A music stand of trees displays their scores.
I fix my pitch that wavers, slightly wrong.
A soaking rain of notes will clean my pores.
To tuneful winds, I calmly add my song.

I fix my pitch that wavers, slightly wrong
(I cannot tell the brass band from the sea).
To tuneful winds, I calmly add my song:
"The banjos are not seeking after me."

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My contribution to a linked poem. Joyous!