Rallentanda

Rallentanda

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Black




Black Black Black
is the shadow
standing in the waves
watching me

Black Black Black
is the mood
of my sad bucket
who loves me

Black Black Black
is the colour
of my true love's hair

8 comments:

  1. interesting...the shadow...a sad bucket...and true love...the shadow was a little ominous....

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  2. Black caries such mystery..
    nice write..

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  3. Nice poem about black - sad, shadow and true love's hair. You leave a lot to our imagination ~

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  4. I enjoy how you wove the poem around the song...a song I haven't heard in so many years. My grandfather was a baritone and he used to sing this with so much feeling. Thanks for the memories....

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  5. brilliant piece of poetry... hint of mystery...

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  6. I love Andreas Scholl. I remember a performance of Handel's ?Julius Caesar (I think, it was a looong time ago) where the countertenor sang all night - for hours and hours and in the last act did these amazing crescendos - why aren't there gold medals for such athletic feats? (perhaps it was Graeme Pushee sp???)

    Also I like your bucket particulalry

    Isabel x

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  7. I thought I'd responded to this...love that old song that my grandfather used to sing in his beautiful baritone. Nice focus on one color. Victoria

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