Patricia Wulf Poems

First there is a faint humming in the air.
As, serenely, the notes fly high then low,
a “tripelet” here and a half note there,
with pleasant ease lyrics begin to flow.
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I behold the majestic ruins
of a once exalted cathedral
where walked noble knights and just kings.
The sound of satin shoes and rustling robes and
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Ceaselessly, the air becomes livelier, sharper.
Each little thread of breeze tries to convince the leaves to disband
(from the magnificent tree of which they prefer)
while others are curling around, tumbling over them like sand.
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Fly me away, Raven, fly me away
To some far-off land where I can stay.

Here there once was laughing and gladness.
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The orchids are all resplendant,
snapdragons quite daintily so fine;
They are planted next to my pendant
which beautif'ly reflects the sunshine.
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As I gaze into a looking glass,
I see an alternate reality
into which I cannot pass.
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In the painfullest moments, Time creeps slowly by
(she, the cruel trickster, yet of so much value)
and in the luckiest moments, she'll very soon fly.
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On one brumous, ebony night,
(though still dusted by stars and graced by the moon)
one sees a skilled violinist at first sight:
a seal point Birman playing an enigmatic, pensive tune
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How hopefully he sets her free,
his messenger, what will she see?
How faithfully she flies (with glee)
in search of the promise, a symbol, a key.
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