The Buzzing In My Head
…in the maze of my hazy brain.
I have this bee in my bonnet:
to write in praise of romance;
of the feeling that burgeons
from a timid, amorous glance
into an enduring love affair.
I’m not averse to do it in verse,
a ballad, perhaps, or a sonnet.
But not in the classical style
of Byron, Shelley, Shakespeare,
but a more common parlance.
I want the dialogue to appear
conversational and simple
between two shy youngsters
who see the moon as a symbol
of a strong, magnetic, attraction.
My head is awash with ideas,
buzzing like the eponymous bee
but the inspiration is a blur
in the maze of my hazy brain.
Yet that’s how creating occurs.
© Luigi Pagano 2016
I like this a lot Luigi, it’s how I get thoughts together….with the help of wine.
This is the kind of nonsense that gets into my head even without the help of wine, Mike, but I have to agree that a drop or two of the right grape juice sharpens the brain.
Cheers.
Testosterone usually rules the day. Enjoyed your poem, Luigi. Happy Christmas, young man.
Well, that as well. Were would we be without it?
Thanks for looking in, Michael. Best wishes for the festive season to you and yours, Luigi.
yes sometimes that’s what happens
Indeed it is.