Around the Day in 8 Worlds Options

[Guest_Tao_*]

Around the Day in 8 Worlds

Po,
daystar thaws into his fluid bed
as hula skirts brush sandy flames,
milling over buried dinner in salt air.

Night,
roos roost ‘round rusty Rock,
a late snack, neatly stacked three-layer cake
sliced in half by her fall.

Yiea,
moonlit child snuffs out the pyre
in his dragon-head paper lamp,
wishing upon himself in her Shanghai.

Notte,
sailor-tailored boatman ushers in
his last fare, the engaged travelers,
in his Venetian gondola.

Nacht,
music is played in minuet,
closing stanza of Black Forest finale,
to echoing applause on Salzburg’s banks.

Nui,
erects the Eiffel in luminescence
under slippery beret on the artist’s easel
with each homesick tug of accordion.

Noche,
cascading rosa petals from
flamenco dancer pluck solitary guitar
while she spirals to warm her dress.

Oiche,
tallies Druid’s telling annulus
the light of another day in an
almanac of timeless moments.

And she speeds, across the Atlantic
over sunken Atlantis,
forever a step behind,
chasing his wake.

All but the last stanza starts with the local word for "night."

[Guest_Tao_*]

Hello Zeus,

Welcome back from your "mini-vacation." I think you're thinking of Stranger in the Night again. Have you ever heard of Stranglers in the Night? The manager in a restaurant where I worked used to sing that as we started dinner shift. Oh yes, song titles...there's at least one poem in those, maybe more. Hmmm...

David