Member Poem

In a soaring lightning dash  trajectory struck,
I first heard this pulsing peerless capture of cadence,
on the radio whilst in a wry whimsical manner
planning,
my ad hoc itinerary  which is subject  to abrupt reschedule,
in an eclectic flash I was transported  to ecstatic rate ecstatic realms,
for a while his innate stunning mastery volte face’d across my cluttered room,
little slide I realise the lasting indelible impression,
this rapturous definitive dynasty of sound,
would be a return to that golden gleaming scene,
that oft expresses those experiences in mundane life,
that vividly separates the routine rote from otherworld sustenance,
though I must emphasise I one of the fortunate inhabitants,
of this world whose existence can be candidly described,
as thoroughly emancipating with the usual caveats,
of disappointment and tragedy that are frankly inevitable,
but this first atmospheric airing of a tremulous spiralling rhythmic string,
epitomises the celebratory aspect of sparking the senses,
this life is bliss agitator and alarm clock  wake up,
for a latent  body dutifully executing from a typical
priority list,
attending to a cluster of domestic chores and distracting side events,
for this tantalising thunderbolt thunderous piece,
which animates a thoroughly meaningful and gold enamoured life,
to this capsule in time as I write this overarching ode,
to what may appear a sonic  skeletal  reflection of its epoch,
I emphasise appearance can quite frequently hoodwink,
the most perceptive among the so many discerning experts,
but in concrete terms validation in retrospect a weighty concept,
because that ascending emotional surge has not been eroded in any sense,
by that extremely harsh judge in the most critical court,
hailed archly as the inexorable passing from one era to another era,
hindsight though convenient in each aspect is a praiseworthy begrudger,
a surgical precision on defect which one in a rapturous antic,’
infinite delirium that hasn’t been scarred by the critics periodic hack or hatchet,
allowance in such subjects should itself be subject to subjectivity,
a topic whose stressful resonances ripples and ricochets at debater’s peril,
but pearlescent pivotal panache is my construct on this miniaturisation of magic,
as I type each snippet and sound even the inaudible,
and indeed the most patent perforce necessarily audible,
will be indefinitely ingrained in the impulsive by clear choice response,
whilst I sweated, swayed, shimmied without an audience fabricated or close relation present