T (no first name) Wignesan


The Difference Of Touch: In D Minor KV 466 And Variations On The Theme Of Paganini


The difference of touch: in D minor KV 466 and Variations on a theme of Paganini
the robin hops from the tips of the rose bush
spilling snow dust
sprinkling skeins of early dew
dusting with its uppity tail fan
a caterpillar
softly dousing concertina

then it trips up the clothesline
stops and grips it in its claws
sways and balances with its tail fanning out

chirps clucks tweets
and repeats itself
all the way down again
and up the scale

comes back once more to skip a note or two

and tumbles
sweeps past the old toy bicycle leaning against the wire fence

the claw marks hardly visible on the spray of frost-like snow on the balustrade

light ephemeral peripatetic

the dulcet flexions rising and falling on the tympana without breath of motion

or vibration

crisp colliding notes rising and falling

as the first tentative drops of drizzle before the rain

the robin gone to sing full throttle on wing

Submitted: Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Edited: Thursday, August 23, 2012


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© T. Wignesan, Paris,1997; from the collection: 'Poems Omega-Plus', Paris,2005.

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