Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Saturday, March 6, 2021

Here


Here

is the place where starlings gather thick as macchiato,

singing expressivo in the morning, bedlam fortissimo at sunset.

Here

is where the old gather silent, still as a reverie,

rallentando until dawn, then second-souled,

blue-eyed, demanding life again, vivace.

Here

discard heavy indigo, the ultramarine of too many days,

dissolve into a new chromatic scale, alive with starlings,

expressing without thinking, dolce, 

glissando,

Here.

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for The Sunday Muse #150.



15 comments:

  1. Here is where I want to stay, wrapped in this poem remembering all the songs that once played upon those keys. This is absolutely gorgeous my friend! I especially love the line, "where the old gather silent, still as a reverie." Sigh........<3

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  2. Sigh. I was drawn into your poem like a held breath....I too was moved by your line about the old which, needless to say, resonates. AB-SO-TIVE-LY gorgeous writing!

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  3. A poem to be savoured, set aside, and savoured again and again! Perfection!

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  4. I loved the phrase, "where starlings gather thick as macchiato." Beautiful.

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  5. Ah, the beautiful Italian language of music; well done! The symbolism of the starlings is stark and an excellent contrast. Really enjoyed this!

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  6. Clever use of the music terms, Shay, from one who obviously has a glittering musical background. Thanks for sharing Ma'am!

    Hank

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  7. Wow... The timelessness here is comforting, assuring that you've been where you would want to be. In a poem, a song that makes your heart sing!

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  8. "Here" is a place of refuge and reverie, a spot where the music of the spheres plays free on the cosmic jukebox and the musicians of memory and dream play to their winged audience free of the constraints of flesh or time. The bird/thought metaphors are as always unique and memorable, and the language of composition and performance seems a perfect enhancement. Who wouldn't want to join them? Just stunning, Shay. One to remember.

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  9. Here, is the place where starlings gather. A place of creative energy to evolve into lyrical song. Wonderfully crafted melody.

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  10. Ah this is truly bellissima
    And the video took my breath away

    Happy Sunday

    Much💜love

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  11. Well, as usual, damn. Dense and rich as starling macchiato, as a cello concerto in D-minor. Yo-yo Ma bird coffee music.

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  12. Beautiful poem ~~ masterful use of musical terminology! Brava....

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  13. Here...the place that hold music, lets it escape where a soul is waiting to hear it. Such beautiful writing Shay

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  14. Gorgeous, Shay.

    "where starlings gather thick as macchiato."

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