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Of Cello, Flute and Poetry
by Paganini Jones
If the poem I would want to write were
music, would you linger, listen, lost in
thought? As it ended would you wait for more
in silent thought before recovering
your poise enough to smilingly retreat?
I long to write a poem full of words
that resonate with cello's soul and depth,
with high arpeggios in major thirds
that flute of joy in all it's length and breadth.
But would you hurry past to chase some fad,
ears stopped to anything this busker plays
because the place is wrong, the timing bad,
the tune too colourful (or full of greys);
or simply, hungry rush away to eat?
07/24/2011 Author's Note:
As always, grasping at something more, something I have neither the words nor the music for at the moment.
Posted on 07/24/2011
Copyright © 2024 Paganini Jones
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/24/11 at 11:52 PM It is what we all grasp for - the thoughtful images in words that make someone stop and say 'oh yes'. Nicely done lady. And we all miss what we aim for most of the time. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 07/25/11 at 01:58 PM Nice.I like the way you posed the questions at the end of stanzas. To me, there is the content and then there are the sounds the words form...combining the two to work together is quite a masterful feat to accomplish and what makes a poem a masterpiece, as well as makes one stop to listen. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/25/11 at 10:12 PM It can be a good journey though, if you're getting pieces out of it like this. Loved it. |
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