On Radar, Or the Lack of It

Shall I go blindly to you, down dark roads

That drop from sight, again, again, and though

They never cease to rise once more, the folds

Will not reveal if this is stop or go.

Invent for me a way to see what lies ahead,

And I’ll not ask how dolphins swim to sound

And little bats use ears not eyes to tread

The night and never see the meal they found.

How so did I, who would not meet your face,

Become the one who caution-less will say:

Was it the laughter or that brief embrace,

Wry waves of sound that meet and bounce away?

Will you, won’t you call and will I wait--

It is (I warn you), not my natural state.

music -- Sleepless In Idaho or Don't Ask Why Dolphins Swim to Sound

by @Igor_a

Comments

[Semaphore]

A sonnet! And a gem of a sonnet, the quatrains are perfectly formed, and the rhymes are subtle - and yes, the metaphor works beautifully here, with a touch of whimsy in the undercurrent of animal communication, ending with the final (whimsy underscored by parenthesis!) couplet. A joy!

[Jamie]

So Very, very lovely. :)

[igor]

Thank you for to putting my music here - it's an honor for me.

Let me remind you that you were it's co-author - remember that sleepless tweet when you have just moved to Idaho? When was it - summer night 2009? I accidentally (or not accidentally?) read it at the time playing music and - that's it - we've got a song on the state of the soul.

So, thank you, Stasika, and Merry Christmas!

Igor
Moscow, RUSSIA

Dec-2010