each day's beat beneath me subsides,
requires a bell-pull at my brain
schedule for tomorrow's June day
with dashes of sensibility,
day no longer a medieval cathedral
by my engaged and engaging
of Romantic and modern music history.
I wish, as I have wished,
drinking in my first symphony, to spark
emotion with orchestrated sounds,
that when integrated
in leaps across the brain
the hearer to alter experience
each day that once was taught
paper hands on a paper clock.
heady fuel sends me by myself
from my partner-in-love
to recall how to
chaos into creation
can serve for any day
rainy day, any season
lightly breezy day in early May
pretty petit buds
a green expanse of leaf.
June day, my partner-in-love
beats and measures can rest for an interim.
sense a need to turn my ears,
to an inner journey,
to her soliloquy,
Gagnon lives in Boston. While he has bipolar
and generalized anxiety disorders, he continues to write. In
2009 he wrote an essay, "The Three Faces of Facebook,"
which was published online in, the
Wilderness House Literary Review. In
December of 2009 he launched a blog of
commentaries on books of interest (thomasgagnon.blogspot.com).