This year I am using the seven days of the week as prompts for a crown of sonnets
With some words from the song of the same name by David Bowie
...she orchestrates a drive-in Saturday
where headlights scatter moments in the dark
of some forgotten retro picture park ‒
a crash course for the ravers gone astray.
While music underscores, romantics sway
with fingers fumbling for a vivid spark
illuminating one clear question mark ‒
is this the truth or just a pixel play?
So flex our wings, and measure out our lives
in congress on the solid side of here ‒
the streets where bodies meet and passion thrives
above the stones, beneath the starry sphere.
As night dissolves, reality survives
the sounds of Sunday kicking into gear...
RJT
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