Sunday, February 2, 2014

Liebestraum


Open throats heave-ho
a row of golden Schirmer,
dog-eared Thompson.

Black ants with thin waists,
whole abdomens, Chopin the page,
goose-step under Volga boatmen.

Go to the foot of our stairs!
Look each white step with expectancy,
the inky eutony of dark between.

Liszt frowns over a chop waltz,
glissando, the slaughter of his love dream
one more time. 



tk/February 2014



R.A.D. Stainforth reads like I hear in my head...only more so...




29 comments:

  1. I like the musical quality of this verse!

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  2. cleverly thought out and well played!

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  3. A Liebeslied for a Liebestraum - beautiful.

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  4. Love the way you weaved the composers into your poem.

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  5. Such a whimsical images you created and mixed with music! Vivid poem. xx

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  6. One more time indeed Tess! Bravo!

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  7. Bravo, Tess I do believe Chopin would gladly play music to your words.

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  8. just amazing!!!

    I didn't link up this week, just reading from others

    much love...

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  9. I think there is still some life left in the old love dream !

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  10. Thoughtful take with all the great composers thrown in. Nicely Tess!

    Hank

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  11. What is a piano without composers? love how they became part of this piece...so creative

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  12. Music filling my very being right now ....

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  13. I enjoyed this on a grand scale...!

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  14. This is a good take on the picture! You are a creative lady!

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  15. This is so lyrical ... loved it :-)

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  16. Your words inspire the poet in me!
    Thank you.

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  17. "Chopin the page" will stay with me for a while... a long while...

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  18. I think many of us slaughter our love dream every time we put forth words on a page. The curse of the creative mind, perhaps. It is up to us to make the result worthy of the sacrifice, as you have done.

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  19. Such a clever poem and I learned a new word...... glissando.....

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  20. Chopin the page..really like how you fit that into your poem and slaughter of his love dream..powerful image..

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  21. A wonderful composition of words and the masters of music... I loved it Tess!

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  22. Beautiful, Tess. Magical and musical!

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  23. this poem reads just as a beautiful song would sing...

    always a lovely verse from you! :)

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  24. What a creative description of sheet music and music, with the composers thrown in. Each one evoked sounds and images.

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  25. Thank you for your kind and generous comments...

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