Photography: K. Sparrek
I. The gramophone is pillow
cradling her sleep
whistling a music only she hears
II. The silence
between the waves
curled back string, taut -
the music in repose
III. She walks with music
of summer wind
each step, cursive rhythm
IV. His words pierce her skin
Swelling into scar
Not even green tea
nor music can soothe
V. The digital music is light as air
She walks
with the clouds, cottoned to
sun
VI. The drums & piano keys
war against each other
His chest rises
with each horn's long call
VII. He was dancing as if the red ants
are nibbling his feet
The music must be sweet
as sugar
VIII. Sleep eluded us
So we order music
as midnight snack &
mambo as zombies
IX. When the moon is new
music draws us
a star in our palms
X. She seeded music in winter-
By spring,
it was hopping with orange-
breasted robins
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Inspired by Wallace Stevens' Thirteen Ways of Looking at Blackbird
& Poets United - Thanks for the visit ~
This is so intense.!! Never imagined music could be described like it is in your poem :D
ReplyDeleteLoved it!!
- Sanaa
Nice. Music expressed in the way it makes people feel and move. Such rich and cool bits of imagery in every part. A pleasure to read. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat an excellent poem. I love the embedded narrative in little pieces.. The differnt poems are like points where I can draw a story of my myself, imagine what has happened,
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful perspective, it bring to life something so abstract!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful progression...and the image was a brilliant means to bring each element of the story (her thoughts) forward...i particularly like those hopping orange robins :)
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed each of these, Grace. I really cannot choose a favorite, but like Jae Rose, I really was intrigued by #10. Another that stands out for me is #5.
ReplyDeleteMambo-ing zombies is quite the image lol ah what sleeplessness can do
ReplyDeleteA musical journey..all parts of the symphony of life..
ReplyDeleteabsolutely beautful Grace, a musical Journey, I love walk in my garden with the sounds of the wind, birds and trees, beautiful!!!
ReplyDeletexo
I love, love, love this idea....so many images and feelings this conjured....I think I especially loved the last one...
ReplyDelete'She seeded music in winter-
By spring,
it was hopping with orange-
breasted robins'
What sweet music the robins bring.
Donna@LivingFromHappiness
Ten remarkable ways to describe the elusive beauty of music, I especially enjoyed numbers V and VII.
ReplyDeleteOh, I think you've done a wonderful job! (I love music as midnight snack.)
ReplyDeleteYour poem has painted music in very visible colors. My favorite is VI--I can almost see the orchestra. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI LOVE "she walks with the music of summer wind"!!!! I loved this poem and format, and adore your two closing stanzas. Wonderful work!
ReplyDeleteo my..each one is glittering...love them all Grace...
ReplyDeleteluv this in its entirety, but one stand out more than the other stanzas for me
ReplyDeleteV. The digital music is light as air
She walks
with the clouds, cottoned to
sun
have a good Sunday
much love...
So much in the form of music so much created. I like VII sounds of happy times.
ReplyDeletelovely images, I loved the second and the fourth the most, seemed familiar.
ReplyDeleteThis makes me wish I could really write... This is real poetry, proper writing... I tip my hat to you!
ReplyDeleteLovely, Grace. My favorite the last, although I like others too,
ReplyDelete" She seeded music in winter-
By spring,
it was hopping with orange-
breasted robins
this looks like a fun form with many ways to go... neat prompt
ReplyDeleteI like this collection Grace-- No. X is my favorite--I love the seeding of music
ReplyDeleteI especially like #7- the image made me smile.
ReplyDeleteThis is utterly magical and the imagery is so freshly creative.....descriptions are unique...that last stanza in particular! Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love this.
ReplyDeleteI love this.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite is the second though they are all beautiful. Somehow that picture of between the waves of sound and taut string is just so lovely.
ReplyDeleteThese little pieces were sewn by the the title. Great write Grace. I particulaly loved the imagery in VII. Ha! I am smiling on the train.
ReplyDeleteSuper charming, Grace, clever, evocative-thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteI will remember these ways especially as I dance as if red ants are biting. Great write Grace. I love the originality of each stanza.
ReplyDeleteI love the movement and imagery in a poem "about" music.
ReplyDeleteWhat some beautiful images you have created. I laughed out loud at number VII!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful way of getting music made known. Music is mesmerizing and one would just love it! Great lines Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
Each one unique and exquisite, Grace!! I love nice the most, I think...but there are so many others that had me sighing!
ReplyDeleteEspecially like the last two!
ReplyDeleteAll these are amazing. Number eight is my favorite.
ReplyDeleteI especially like verse 7. Great prompt, Grace - have a good week ~
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery you've used.
ReplyDeletelovely...each in their own right. I admit the sixth was my favorite only by a hair...the seventh made me smile.
ReplyDeleteYou started out right with me, Grace, nice poem per your prompt. I like those old gramophones, perhaps because I never had one but I would like to have had one.
ReplyDeleteThe dancing I like but I am not a good dancer at all. Just listening to music soothes my head by massaging the brain area as it goes in one ear and out the other.
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Gorgeous! I just wrote the word seeded in my new poem and I come here and read this-vivid and stunning~ Lovely, Grace!
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