Listening to the Minstrel Sing

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ShadowRider
Senior Member

since 2001-07-14

Posts 1038
USA

0 posted 2002-01-22 09:49 PM

     Listening to the Minstrel Sing

Dreamt of a minstrel, faceless to vacuous young men
He sang of thrush's love for brimming waves
an eye to see a voice we cannot hear
he stood, solemn brows pinched with each breath
making amends for hapless fate
with songs of fire - in hymns of naked enchantment

Those who caught the scent of his voice
those who were melted with his mysterious grace
took away a soul-drenched mirror brought alive
Strangers in the Street
who meet in song

Those who had homeless spirits sifted their time
weighing what was worthiest or
which sundries were folly
and heard him not
when the clink of coin echoed hollowly
from their hand, mistakenly buying pity
his song grew homesick - his day unhoned

         until

the peal of the man-lark summoned a lad
with naked feet and rounded wide-eyes
the minstrel cutting heart-stones with tonal silver

        until

another,
   and another
     small child sat cross-legged before him
       as birds on a wire, they came
       he sang to them - he played till day shut drooping eyes
       a following morning, they found the Minstrel
       seven blocks over, back to brick at another faceless wall

by the fifth day, they had learned his song
thanking him with chin high smiles
and a chorus of chiming voices
         an Angel Choir

they each went home with joyous souls
     and dreamt
         of being a Minstrel

[This message has been edited by ShadowRider (01-23-2002 01:14 AM).]

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

1 posted 2002-01-23 12:37 PM

You are deep!! And it's always so good to ponder your thoughts. I've often felt like one of those children who has come to listen to the songs, and I've also felt like a bird on a wire, strung along.

Irish Rose
Member Patricius

since 2000-04-06

Posts 10263

2 posted 2002-01-23 02:15 PM

i don't know how I missed this one but it is MY kind of poetry.
Well, I have lots of kinds but this is breathtaking.
It reads smooth, love the flow and the context.

well done!

Kathleen--(Kay)
A true friend does not love you for who you are, but in spite of who you are." -- Caroline Tran

A Tone of Voice
Member

since 2001-07-18

Posts 287

3 posted 2002-01-23 02:30 PM

so often your poems tell a story or convey a message.....well done my friend, well done~!

*S*

Z

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