»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #8
»
to music (our rise and our decay)
| Open Poetry #8 |
|
to music (our rise and our decay) |
|
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
|
Waterfalls come tumbling out of the sky, But their voices are muted, Silent water against stones. The music of the piano is the music of stones. I can smell the sap and the breeze in trees. I can hear the rocks pushed aside by feet. Kicked tumbling into leaves. The music of reprieve. Add in the slow rumble of the bass, The patter and click and thud of the drums, The architectural domain of the guitar, The flute pressing wind into song. The trumpet brassy and low and full, The oboe lower and deep-toned. The grass and sky and mountain peaks Are music of their own. On pressed discs the magic blooms And takes my voice away from me. Takes my emotions into the trees. Takes me away from here to the sea. Spreading wonder all through me. Voices added to the symphony, The cacophony of melody And lonely serenity. Eyes tight shut and mouth throwing out Notes I can't even reach or shout. Broken finally by the power of the words In the songs releasing notes of warmth. Solace loses her crown in the ground And sits alone by the grave she made With her own hands: see the mud And the trickle of blood on the ground. Look at the graven images of words And the songs and fell patter of stone Against stone against stone over bone, Far away cold beneath lies home. Watch the westerly sun give to the easterly moon. See her shadows grow and tangle in the brush. Listen to the beautiful ache of her sobbing voice. Until dawn comes again with the beating of the thrush. The music pushes it all through like blood But warmer, more red and more like mud. All through you. Don't even speak. Don't even whisper. Don't even sleep. Don't even think. Don't even move. Don't even turn your hand in the groove. And then it ends, The catalogued rise and closing decay of man In celebratory phrases and notes bespeaking the land. The slow setting sky over our unsettled hands. |
||
| © Copyright 2000 MPC - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
On pressed discs the magic blooms And takes my voice away from me. Takes my emotions into the trees. Takes me away from here to the sea. Spreading wonder all through me. Voices added to the symphony, The cacophony of melody And lonely serenity. Eyes tight shut and mouth throwing out Notes I can't even reach or shout. Broken finally by the power of the words In the songs releasing notes of warmth. Solace loses her crown in the ground And sits alone by the grave she made With her own hands: see the mud And the trickle of blood on the ground. Look at the graven images of words And the songs and fell patter of stone Against stone against stone over bone, Far away cold beneath lies home. ----------------- All through you. Don't even speak. Don't even whisper. Don't even sleep. Don't even think. Don't even move. Don't even turn your hand in the groove. And then it ends, The catalogued rise and closing decay of man In celebratory phrases and notes bespeaking the land. The slow setting sky over our unsettled hands. -------------- wow...you went for it in this... the imagery is amazing and the rhyme makes me giddy  and the way this build and builds up like crescendo is perfect ... "On pressed discs the magic blooms And takes my voice away from me." ------ The catalogued rise and closing decay of man ------- talk to me...im curious what YOUR thinking here... (walking barefoot in your mind again) later-poetic-orchestra-conductor-gator jm/bs It's amazing How you make your face just like a wall How you take your heart and turn it off How I turn my head and you lose it all ... And it's unnerving (How one move just puts me by myself) There you go just trusting someone else (Now I know I put us both through hell) ... I'm not sayin That there was nothing wrong (I just didn't think you'd ever get tired of me) And I'm not sayin (We ever had the right to hold on) (I just didn't wanna let you get away from me) ~MB20~ She says baby, It's 3AM ... I must be lonely, When she says baby, Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes, Says the rains gonna wash away I believe it. ~MB20~ |
||
|
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
J.M./B.S., Here, I'll pare it down mighty quickly. Nature, music, loss, decay, beauty. Intertwined. Repeat.  Mike |
||
|
serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
shaking my head again, in awe (and total jealousy) just recently tried to capture this same theme--after reading yours, I'm glad that one hit the fire...(and don't go chastising me about that in an e mail--it WAS bad, I tell ya...) saving this one, me likes very much... |
||
|
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
S'en, Don't worry, no chastising you'll get from me. In fact, I was just rereading a whole bunch of old short stories I wrote, and chucked about a third of 'em. I don't mind revision, some of this stuff is BEYOND reworkable. Anyway, thanks for having the patience to read this poem. Glad you enjoyed. Mike |
||
SEA
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Mike~ all I can see is someone singing in the shower!(LOL)  This is really great! -SEALive,Love,Laugh :) ~SueB |
||
|
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
SEA, Hey, how'd you figure it out? It's actually just an ode to Dove soap. j/k! Anyway, thanks for reading. I appreciate your support. A of my own.Mike |
||
|
SEA
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Mike~ I enjoy reading you....err your poetry! -SEALive,Love,Laugh :) ~SueB |
||
|
Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Mike, even though I'm an Ivory Girl, I enjoyed this piece... ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
