Open Poetry #33 |
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The Merry Minstrels |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa ![]() |
Hark! The merry minstrels play for you the trombone, trumpet, drums, for me the harp and lilting flute but lost are soft and dulcet tones amidst the roar and thunder of life’s definitive tune. I watch and feel the floor vibrate beneath my feet and try to halt the flow of the violent everyday but one by one sweet melodies disappear as if disowned into dark and dreary corners of life’s manufactured void. Hark! The merry minstrels play for you the trombone, trumpet, drums, and I’m robotically tuned in into the stringent dictates of life’s great ordinance. There’s no one pulling strings on a harp these days with wings or blowing the breath of love through a silver flute but the merry minstrels play and my choice, adapt or die, moves me to the beat of life’s indifference. Definitively indifferent is life’s great ordinance in the banishment of tenderness to a manufactured void where you will not find the minstrels whether five or twenty more playing merrily! |
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EvocativeVerse2 Senior Member
since 2003-09-10
Posts 1279 |
Big grin! Love this! Oh yes. NOw I want to pick up my guitar and blast away the clouds. Remember, if you're not part of the future, you're history! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Helen It's hard to imagine life without music. ![]() |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
I like this. It sounds almost like the hammer of spin against the beauty of reason. Dave |
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