55 INCH SCREEN

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

Pavarotti sings Caruso
On a 55 inch screen
Its a misty Summer evening
Too early yet to dream.

The conducter in a frock coat
Orchestra it plays
Flowers in the concert hall
The image it stays.

Locked in his vision
Reflecting from his eyes
Floating like a cloud
Upon wing a butterfly.

The room of many photographs
Moments frozen time
Framed in metal prisons
Half forgotten, half sublime.

A few more drinks
Lead to Nessum Dorma
Drunken eyes like lead
The butterfly has left
Through open window
Time to rest his head.

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    A nice flow to this poem that includes a nice pick for the song as sleep is coming along. A fun read

  • arqios

    Your poem beautifully captures how music can become a vessel for memory, longing, and transformation. It reminds me that even in stillness, our minds are alive with images and emotions that sing long after the final note.



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