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I Hear Your Song

by Tony Whitaker

I awake to scenes upon the ceiling
Lost “In Concert” of my being
Rising from youth-filled rooted feelings
A darkened room projector reeling
This month’s full moon lights the show

I sense this relentless tick of time
My guitar weeps as she sweeps the licks
Curtis Loew and the strings he picks
Lennon burning Norwegian Wood
Morrison drinking with his muse
Janis wailing Kozmic Blues

Still I stop to take a glance
Laying here the darkness dances
Looking back across the years
A lonesome trail behind the tear
To each other we belonged
Too late
I stopped
To hear your song


Posted on 11/13/2009
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 11/13/09 at 03:44 PM

This is fantastic, Tony. Having spent the night in a Comfort Inn on the second floor and hearing voices under me in the night (from the lobby underneath)it immediately reminded my thoughts of the night before my floor was an overheard speaker's ceiling... AND having just finished a fantastic book about quantum theory with quarks and strings.... it just sang sweet volumes to my ears. Great poetry!

Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/13/09 at 03:50 PM

You capture that unique feeling of being possessed by a song and its singer or composer. When I hear one of my favorites from my younger years, it often evokes memories and feelings from experiences "way back then." Neil and Barbra do it for me. I see that Tom does it for Garth. I guess we all have one or two that carry us back. It is a sweet feeling. You are a wizard and your poem is your wand. I am back parking by that lake with my lover. I Hear Your Song.

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 11/14/09 at 01:27 PM

Gosh!Tony,this old romantc loves every line. But for me,I must concede, my favorite is the last stanza. (And this is going in my favorites) Excellent work.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/14/09 at 04:41 PM

Nothing like the old songs - great second stanza.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/15/09 at 09:16 PM

We are not ready to be an unremember generation. One's personal history is recalled in the music of our days. This is a wonderful celebration with a satisfying finale. Thanks.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/18/09 at 10:48 AM

Yes, I know these kinds of moments. Thank you, Tony, amazing.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/19/09 at 04:51 PM

...a worthy write for all the reasons others say...i am echoing, a redundancy-ness of all the attaboys you got from others...and affecting all us who are 'in concert' or attempting to be.

Posted by Bertram Sparagmos on 10/08/12 at 07:05 PM

With experience always comes bitter memories. Excellent.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/03/14 at 03:02 PM

Great to see this as POTD!

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