Notice of absence from Tom Dylan
Sorry if there is a delay in responses. Sometimes life gets in the way. As John Lennon said, life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.
Sorry if there is a delay in responses. Sometimes life gets in the way. As John Lennon said, life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.
The afternoon that I came back
it rained. Summer’s dark skies
suddenly black and foreboding.
I walked away from the cemetery gates,
where my poetry heroes lay,
I turned down familiar cobbled streets.
As I approached the old house where memories still play,
the drizzle beating down on my umbrella
sounded like Beethoven.
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Tom Dylan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have not written much over the summer, but after visiting William Wordsworth grave in the Lake District last week, and with the inspiration of Autumn approaching, I am suddenly inspired once again. And as I started to write the rain started.
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Glad to see you back. This poem an opener for more to come I hope. Good signs with approaching house of memories and Beethoven playing. Was it his sixth, ninth symphonies or violin or piano concertos?
Thanks so much for the kind words, Soren. Really appreciated and much needed. And yes, I hope to be writing more, and back generally. Thanks again, my friend. Really appreciated.
You are most welcome
Just when the ground was getting all dusty - the rain arrives!
That is exactly it, Orchi. Neither me nor my black Labrador can cope with the heat. 🙂 Thanks for your comments. Really appreciated.
Fine words that gave a nice Image. Never been to his grave so you're very fortunate.
Yesterday stood in a Shop doorway when the Rain was Torrential. More like Tchaikovsky's 1812 than Beethoven. And not being Gene Kelly, I had to wait until it stopped.
Good Write.
Thanks so much for your comments, Kevin. Really appreciated.
Tremendous imagery. Powerful work.
Thanks so much, brother. Really appreciate your comments.
Methinks you like good old Ludwig, his strains keeping time with the delightful rain. The subtle metaphor haunting this pretty number refuses to explain itself while I thus awakened, muse. Charming and excellently rendered with nigh exquisite imagery and a waltzing, haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
I am more into music of the 60s and the 90s but there is something sooooo soothing about classical music. Sometimes I just need that bit of classical music to sort me out. 🙂 Thanks so much for your comments, Missy. Really appreciated.
Precisely. I try to keep classical music playing 24/7/365 both in my flat and driving via WNIU and WFMT. Glad to have you back!
Yeah, it is so chilling to have classical playing. In the UK, we have a station called Classic FM. They play all the well-known pieces and even movie scores. Really good. And thanks, Missy, normal service has been resumed. Good to be back. Happy Friday! 🙂
To you likewise!
I find this poem quite lovely!
Thanks a lot for your comments. Really appreciated.
Why did it rain? Oops, I sound like that guy I knew, who replied to everything, 'Why?, whether it was a question or not. lol. That's more eccentric than me, KP, and Fido.
Haha! I have a nephew like that, why? why? why? His grandad usually just responds, cos I said so! 🙂
Even when it's not a question? lol.
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