The Autumn Sonata - Second Movement - Metaphor Poem by michael oliver

The Autumn Sonata - Second Movement - Metaphor



Bus terminal - there muse pastel trees - medieval haunted
The tenor sings -drunken - dischord intense - days mellow
Breath - a single contentment - a once opulence - sigh
Civic lined - high arched the mute white quoins

Parliament square - tilts the architecture echo - haze murmured
A time once strode - importance worn -acknowledged nods
Abeyances articulated from the shadows of pedestrian lives
Personal harvest - now -outside - diners continue discourse

The hair just set - and jewels wrist poised
At lunch - a blues - ennui of sybarites posture
A woman waits - the smiling waiter - peak hair
Black and white and efficient and briskly gliding

David takes our order -confit du canard - 'Cheeps'
White - shirt leaning forward - notepad - presence beside me
'Pardon' - 'with cheeps' - 'Yes please' - I think
Watch him walk away - watch him walk away

A spring blossom - the turning flower - wisdom plays
- now - a Tanist's time - the oak leaves passed
- as leaves begin to turn -burnish - and fall
David's in 'Spanish' performance - hopes on a Paris trip

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