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.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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
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Comments11
A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
beautiful!
Most kind ummbree.
This is beautiful, Goldfinch. Am just glad you didn't hear rap music!
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.
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!
Thank you Louis for your fine comment. Music is such an inspiration to us all.
Wonderful piece of writing. So soft and graceful. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you m, much appreciated.
If music be the food of poetry write on - and so it is with me - great write.
Thank you Michael, music often inspires me.
Thank you Santita, I am honoured.
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.
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.
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?
I am not knocking it, it was a fun time and looking back at those times gives a great feeling of happiness.
The inspiration certainly bleeds through your words with much beauty!
Thank you Heather, most kind.
listening to the peaceful music, reading your poem, the beautiful moment of my day.
Thank you mandm may you have many beautiful moments.
A lovely poem.
Thank you Sepala.
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