WHAT IT IS THAT MUSIC IS TRYING TO SAY
the enormous loss
the pain of losing you
all the fibres of my being
broken
how am i supposed to go on
it's just not possible
without you the love of
my life
WHAT IT IS THAT MUSIC IS TRYING TO SAY
regret smart begin dark near flight window crow expect stars message time
the smart crow caws
a message
window to the future
what to expect
dark times near
blot out the stars
regret begins
fight or flight
Butterfly Cinquain
surprise
i'm still going
a carer at this age
hope to go on longer wish me
good luck
do not want to place him in care
been together so long
my only friend
my life
Cinquain
apart
from my nana
no one else has ever
truly cared about me so i
thank you
our world
is saturated in
natural beauty
take two little aussie pigeons
unnoticed
unheard of
daffodils
nana's favourite
such sunbursts
of sheer joy
she will always be with me
sunshine in my life
the idea
of her looking like
a little old lady
using a walking cane
was unthinkable
little danger of that
long way to go yet
she earned her keep
owned property
sang for her supper
had numerous admirers
sometimes got her gear off
and danced across the sandy beach
she has
by circumstance
by health and necessity
lost almost everything materially
and strangely does not care
what remains will suffice
a warm bed with cushions and furs
shelter food and drink
shared poetry blogs
her balcony palms
the tree tops waving
at her through the window
bird song in the early morning
her grandmother's lovely smile
and warm hugs
these are the
the wonderful things
that remain with her
before the ferry man comes to collect her
for the ride across the Styx
and most importantly
music
music
music
give me excess of it.
ALFRED BRENDEL ( 1931 - 2025)
he says
hello each week
as a sweet reminder
a kind lovely considerate
young man
she would like
to meet up one day
unlikely
never mind
she will play schumann for him
each phrase a love note
she smiles her message
via the stars her fingers
still perform magic
a shared dream
picture
a cool kind hand touch
to a fevered forehead
bringing calm and cheer
before sleep
that's what we all want
never ending
a staccato of tears
beauty in rain drops
grey sad tinkles
an accompaniment
to loneliness
tea time
marmalade boy's
favourite feline game
serve me salmon or the teacup
takes a tumble
i do like
a comfortable bed
to relax
and dream in
particularly with all
the embroidery
a love story
so pleased
they found each other
always with him
never to be forgotten
canned fish for my meals
mostly never on time
i prefer to eat fresh lobster
come quickly
save me
how can a little cat survive this
CINQUAIN
she wakes
her legs don't work
she can't walk what else can
go wrong well it seems just about
everything
if you don't practise
you'll never be any good
practice makes perfect
piano's not easy
you must go slowly piano
piano prego please
if you form a band
a rock band will get you banned
from piano circles
boy oh boy buoyed with
emotion this is far too much
what ails thee maestro
you are in need of two ales
to temper your crazed temper
she touched her ring softly
it only revived memories of
pain and nostalgia
she fell in love
but had made the wrong choice
she never danced anymore to
tunes on the radio
once she was a barrel of laughs
now she sipped tea
drank more wine than she should
staring into the distance
waiting
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last heard years ago
an awesome aussie song
in a class of its own
a very relaxed place still
home sweet home
have a trip of a lifetime
come on down