Cornucopia

Melbourne Sonata (prosenpoetry)

Melbourne Sonata

My heart is listening

To my footprints walking

Throughout the eras and times

As the morning bell chimes.

My spirit is prancing

Among the placid paintings,

And I begin to jive

As the books become alive.

My eyes are lusting

After the little things

That cast their souls to mine

As I walk by the line.

My ears are catching

The city's rhythm playing,

Waking grafittis from their beauty sleep

As I run on the street.

My senses are tingling

When winds are blowing

Across the Dandenong ranges as

The passing train smokes gas.

My guts are hungering

Over all the eating

That occurs in a cottage

Where cockatoos lived for ages.

My tongue is falling

For even the wrappings

That hug the chocolate bars

Before jumping into the jars.

My nose is inhaling

The fresh air lingering

Up in the pelagic skies

Before sunlight hits my eyes.

My soul is dancing

When constellations are shining

In the milky night panorama,

Setting up the whole drama.

My body is swaying

Whenever music is playing.

I love skating on ice,

But clumsiness is my vice.

I can hear the opera chanting

And the orchestra performing

But is this really happening

Or is this just a feeling?

I guess this is just a daydream

That I have to escape reality

And everything that screams

What I should have done and be.

Not a single muscle in me

Wants to carry out my to-do list,

Yet I must in order to not be

The one missing out on a gist.

And yet I still can listen to the notes

That keep on ringing in my ears.

This is what I have longed for and dote,

And the sound is coming near.