Quiet City.

Goldfinch60



I sit with the blank paper before me,

The words still to come.

And then it happens,

This sound pervades my mind,

Each note slowly meandering into another.

The words flow onto the page

As the music slowly travels through the ether,

Each note so perfect,

And in harmony with each other.

The music ends and silence fall,

And there on the paper

Sit these words,

Written by the music,

The music that flowed through my mind.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 16th, 2017 01:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: This really happened. I was wondering what to write when Aaron Copland's 'Quiet City' came on the radio and I wrote, and finished this poem while it was playing about twenty minutes ago.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 97
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Gold.

  • ummbree

    beautiful!

    • Goldfinch60

      Most kind ummbree.

    • FredPeyer

      This is beautiful, Goldfinch. Am just glad you didn't hear rap music!

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you very much Fred.

        Back in the day Opera was the rap music of the day when it first started getting popular with the masses before being purloined by the autocracy.

      • Louis Gibbs

        Music, as well as anything that stirs emotions, is a great trigger for a poem to emerge. I've shared your experience, Goldie, and can appreciate this poem. Thanks for sharing!

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you Louis for your fine comment. Music is such an inspiration to us all.

        • malubotelho

          Wonderful piece of writing. So soft and graceful. Thanks for sharing.

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you m, much appreciated.

          • Michael Edwards

            If music be the food of poetry write on - and so it is with me - great write.

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Michael, music often inspires me.

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Santita, I am honoured.

            • burning-embers

              Aaaaaah so you're not a punk fan eh. Funny that, i've pictured you with a lime green mohican scribing away at your poetic niche whilst twiddling the safety pins thru your nostrils. But not really. Amazed at how you create something like this out of the ether.

              • Goldfinch60

                I was alive before this new fangled punk came about, my era was the sixties and early seventies. I was best man at my brothers wedding in the seventies and there I was there with my long hair, beard, very light grey suit with bell-bottom trousers, kipper tie and white 2 inch platform shoes - sartorial elegence at its best.
                Thank you for the compliment b-e it is much appreciated.

                • burning-embers

                  Dont knock it, i got married wearing that stuff with long hair and beard too. Nowdays im shaven headed with goatee beard.... how we change eh?

                  • Goldfinch60

                    I am not knocking it, it was a fun time and looking back at those times gives a great feeling of happiness.

                  • Heather T

                    The inspiration certainly bleeds through your words with much beauty!

                    • Goldfinch60

                      Thank you Heather, most kind.

                    • myself and me

                      listening to the peaceful music, reading your poem, the beautiful moment of my day.

                      • Goldfinch60

                        Thank you mandm may you have many beautiful moments.

                      • Sepala Weliwitigoda

                        A lovely poem.



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