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...




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29 comments:

  1. Strummed WordsSun Feb 02, 09:34:00 AM

    I like the musical quality of this verse!

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  2. AnonymousSun Feb 02, 10:14:00 AM

    that is beautiful!

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  3. Kathe W.Sun Feb 02, 02:28:00 PM

    cleverly thought out and well played!

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  4. BerowneSun Feb 02, 03:09:00 PM

    A Liebeslied for a Liebestraum - beautiful.

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  5. brudbergSun Feb 02, 04:56:00 PM

    Love the way you weaved the composers into your poem.

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  6. humbirdSun Feb 02, 06:39:00 PM

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

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  7. Bekkie SanchezSun Feb 02, 09:31:00 PM

    One more time indeed Tess! Bravo!

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  8. 21 WitsSun Feb 02, 11:05:00 PM

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

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  9. Gillena CoxMon Feb 03, 06:07:00 AM

    just amazing!!!

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

    much love...

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  10. Silent Otto Mon Feb 03, 07:56:00 AM

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

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  11. kaykualaMon Feb 03, 11:43:00 AM

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

    Hank

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  12. Susie ClevengerMon Feb 03, 04:09:00 PM

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

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  13. HelenMon Feb 03, 05:21:00 PM

    Music filling my very being right now ....

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  14. HelenaMon Feb 03, 05:40:00 PM

    I enjoyed this on a grand scale...!

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  15. Belva Rae StaplesMon Feb 03, 07:21:00 PM

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

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  16. FireblossomMon Feb 03, 09:10:00 PM

    My new favorite by you.

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  17. Amrit SinhaTue Feb 04, 12:21:00 AM

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

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  18. relTue Feb 04, 05:20:00 AM

    Your words inspire the poet in me!
    Thank you.

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  19. Magaly GuerreroTue Feb 04, 08:53:00 AM

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

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  20. Irish GumboTue Feb 04, 11:59:00 AM

    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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  21. Cait O'ConnorTue Feb 04, 04:00:00 PM

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

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  22. TruedessaTue Feb 04, 04:48:00 PM

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

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  23. kalpana solsiWed Feb 05, 01:58:00 PM

    Amazing! a lovely poem.

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  24. KatherineThu Feb 06, 08:00:00 AM

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

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  25. LolamouseThu Feb 06, 08:27:00 PM

    Beautiful, Tess. Magical and musical!

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  26. Stacy M.S.Fri Feb 07, 02:35:00 AM

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

    always a lovely verse from you! :)

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  27. UnknownFri Feb 07, 07:31:00 AM

    I am dancing to your tunes.

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  28. AnonymousSat Feb 08, 07:29:00 PM

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

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  29. Tess KincaidSun Feb 09, 03:55:00 PM

    Thank you for your kind and generous comments...

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