FUNCTION BAND
Like a threshing machine
casting crotchets quavers
on windswept waves of sound
under a thousand bright suns,
the wheat and the chaff,
gobbets of talent lost
in an ocean of dancing heads.
Comments
"an ocean of dancing heads" is an especially beautiful line, Ray.
Thank you Graham, Stephen, Stephen, Tom and Holden for reading and liking my poem.
Ray
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raypool
Wed 25th Aug 2021 11:49
Thanks Tom, i'm pleased you spotted it, especially as it's the closing line.
Ray