Open Poetry #34 |
He Would Like |
James_A_Fraser Senior Member
since 2003-09-03
Posts 972Out Making Anticlines |
He Would Like Oh he would like to give it up, simply bolt for the nearest horizon and keep on tumbling on until somewhere it isn’t always noon, someplace where a moon will rise up over random buildings, where he’d sit day after night on a stair or a ledge over a sidewalk playing maybe a saxophone for nothing but a D-minor tremolo off the end of an empty street. Things would take care of themselves then, or not. It wouldn’t be a concern, and he would be the bluesbird with music pouring out of him like water from a fountain, a steady mild blown by that mellow horn out there or spoken in off-white rooms where he might return night after day, a place with play posters on the wall and a scent of rose, an alcove off the world where he could hear the sound of his own smile again. Oh he would like that very much. Reposted, for one who brings a ray of sun wherever she goes, yet sometimes seems fated for the shadows....and for the wish that if she is, she'll find happiness there. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
See the glimmer in the green? Thank you for this, James... now that I've got it tucked safely in my library [with appropriate lighting] it's deemed a |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Jamie "and he would be the bluesbird with music pouring out of him like water from a fountain, a steady mild blown by that mellow horn" I can picture him, just as you have painted him....he is beautiful, even though a bit lonely...his music touches me. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
beautiful |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
very touching |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
Lovely write! ~Alli~ Happy Holidays! |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Both before and now... I literally hear music as I read this... and the melody is even more haunting with the repeat... where he might return night after day, a place with play posters on the wall and a scent of rose, an alcove off the world where he could hear the sound of his own smile again. Oh he would like that very much. These last lines go straight to the heart... I hope he hears that smile... hope all who've heard silence too long can hear theirs. |
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