A Song Sung By Telemachus Poem by Muhammad Adnan

You know, it's a blessed Friday morning. A visage appears like a moon at noon. The visage was optimistic and charismatic. It bloomed like spring flowers and invited the flora and fauna. They accepted the invitation and joined the talk in the glowing and flowing garden. They sat like Athenian philosophers and waited for the story. The thrashing and throbbing image cleared my throat before singing the story of glory. The principles were quite simple and smooth. It was a dialectic song like Song of Innocence by Blake. It began and the surroundings swung. Nature swayed and hawks laid. It was sonorous and sweet. It caught the senses of eves. It sounded on hard ground and welcomed the cloud. Magical and lyrical It buzzed:
Blooming in sizzling summer
I often drizzle and flutter
Where birds don't go
Cloud don't bow and flow
Hustling and bustling in the desert
I feel the fever and fret
Loving and living the chaotic chaos
I'm Odysseus and I have to pass;
Unstable path in lush green cloth
Chopping and cooping to Ted and Plath
Punching and wrestling with sloth
Lifting and falling like a moth.
I'm the wind of summer
Swaying at wheat and mutters
A lot is the late littered flower
Rises and dims in deceptive December.