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Play Me - Haiku

by Tony Whitaker

A lone mountain moans

Alps awake to first snowflakes

Croons the Alpenhorn


Author's Note: The beauty of these snow wrapped Alps, as I await that first day of skiing those magic mountains with the sound of the Alpenhorn, fills me with the words of an old Neil Diamond tune:
And so it was
that I came to travel
upon a road
that was thorned and narrow,
another place,
another grace
would save me me.
You are the sun.
I am the moon.
You are the words.
I am the tune.
Play Me.
(Neil diamond)

Posted on 10/01/2009
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Shannon McEwen on 10/01/09 at 05:31 AM

lovely image!

Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/01/09 at 05:07 PM

Oh gees, my friend, how you just misty my eyes with this. Neil is my all time favorite poet-composer-singer. Your poem alone is sterling and bright but it is multiplied with the remembered Diamond lyrics. I will be thinking of you making that first pass down the slopes in coming weeks. Thanks for sharing with this poor Texas-bound old boy the loveliness and beauty of your poems and your mountains.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/02/09 at 01:21 PM

I agree with Shannon. Reminds of my trip to Alberta over two years ago. Me and three friends drove through the Rockies from Banff to Jasper. A truly spiritual experience.

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