I had more eye surgery today, and wrote the traditional poem to distract myself

Opera 1

A singer;s high notes are the point where Word
is neatly deconstructed into sound,
tenses, then leaps to Heaven in a bound.
Whatever deep emotions have occurred

upon the stage – extremes of love and hate
giggles or tears – all that the singer feigns
the truth is that their voice is taking pains
to sing it right. And so we celebrate

not First Act complications of the plot
not how they end in marriages or death
nor even how the valet in one breath
zips through some list.. For in the end it’s not

passion or farce or doom. A imple air
hangs like cut diamond, and just shimmers there.

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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One Response to I had more eye surgery today, and wrote the traditional poem to distract myself

  1. anef says:

    Best wishes for the eye surgery. I have always thought that it must be one of the most awful experiences, but I hope I’m wrong.

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