TWO SHORTIES

Michael Edwards

 

SWAN SONG

 

Tell me please if you have heard

this elegant and stately bird

on land, on water or the wing

sing jazz or pop or soul or swing?

 

 

MEMORIES

 

I thought I’d write a poem tonight

A poem of memories but try as I might

I’ve completely forgotten what I wanted to write.

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 28th, 2020 03:11
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  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments7

  • orchidee

    Oh lol, good writes and pic M.

  • Goldfinch60

    I have seen swans singing pop, mind you they were Whooper Swans! 🦢🦢🦢.

    I very much relate to the second one Cecil.

    Another intriguing artwork Michael.

    Andy

    • Michael Edwards

      Yes it happens to me all the time - thanks Andy.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Ha- ha - -- your mind is a hive of originality dear Michael - -- I love the clever line-drawing too.

      • Michael Edwards

        I keep trying - I'm always being told I'm very trying.

      • dusk arising

        I have a blackbird who comes to me in milder evenings to sing. His music is the root of all the music i hear elsewhere. Music is emotion brought into the audible sphere and that birds song brings all sorts of emotion to mind.

        The blackbirds song is my tap on the reality of how i personally relate to the natural world around us.

        • Michael Edwards

          At this time of the year it's mainly the robin who sings his heart out and we have a regular robin busking away in the garden. Great joyloads.

        • Robert Southwick Richmond

          The swan of legend, of course, sings once before she dies. Back in the days when I was trying to learn to sing madrigals, of course I sang "The Silver Swan" (Orlando Gibbons, 1610):

          The silver Swan, who, living, had no Note,
          When Death approached, unlocked her silent throat,
          Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore,
          Thus sang her first and last, and sang no more:
          “Farewell, all joys! O Death, come close mine eyes!
          More Geese than Swans now live, more Fools than Wise.”

          A friend of mine had a professor in college who was an inadvertent master of malaprop and mixed metaphor. On the last day of class he announced "I'll do my swan dance today."

          Love your graphic (I just stole it). When I saw your previous one, I thought "Is that Joan Miró or Paul Klee"?

          • Michael Edwards

            Thanks Robert. As for the abstract it comes closer to Kandinsky but you are right: Miro and Klee are also big influences. I've just completed one which is more in the Miro mould which I'll post in the next day or so.

          • Jerry Reynolds

            Very well done Michael. Pix and Poems.

          • L. B. Mek

            a wonderful gem you've shared dear friend, the artwork would have been enough for me to favourite, with those juxtaposed set of 'peak's',
            one pair at that low colourless tide - by the edge on the 'left' of life...
            and the other off-kilter 'couple' towering high on the right - coloured in-full and imposing,
            as if saying: at all times, we are one - we wait it out, intrusting in that level foundation we built our life's musical of love upon...
            hope that brave certain 'someone' in your life gleans all the meaning you've imbued into your wonderful dedication Michael,
            a great write as well!
            (though I may be interpreting your meaning in my own self-centred way, to find I'm grasping at straws you never planted, if so: forgive my overzealous nature my friend)

            • Michael Edwards

              So pleased you put your own interpretation on my work. As an abstract I will never share my own thoughts and leave it entirely to the viewer to interpret any way he/she pleases and the fact that you do makes it worthwhile.



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