Anthony at dVerse Poets Pub has us talking about music being the food of love, and urging us to play on. Who am I to disagree? Musicality, rhythm, sound is all-important to me in poetry – when I read the poetry of others or when I write my own.
When you were mine I took you for granted.
I lost you and never noticed you had gone.
My desk, my car, my home bathed in silence –
I believed them calm. I thought I relished the peace.
Then one day I wandered by chance to a small room
cloudy with sweat, bulging with smoke, but a space
where you were revered
uttered with honey-dripped tongue
encased in love-laden arms.
No more passing by in deafness.
You unleashed yourself against my ears
entered my pulse
forged new pathways in my limited world.
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hopefully the return to each other there in the end is for the best…a bit of mod fairy tale…of second chances…the first part, not knowing what you have til its gone…well that is the music of many a song…
You’d think that people would have had enough of silly love songs, as Paul McCartney says… but we just can’t help ourselves, can we?
Yes! That’s just what a real reunion is like, Marina Sofia! You’ve nailed it beautifully! I know just what you mean about music too. I’ve found that I can’t help it; it’s in me.
I don’t listen nearly as much to music now as I used to. Partly because my children now have their own preferences in the car, and also because I find it difficult to work with music in the background (something I used to do all the time in my teens and 20s).
Honey-dripped tongue, the rediscovery of music in the pulse ~ I like the contrast between the loss and the finding it again ~
our heart is a drummer when love is concerned, often we don’t realize when the music stops
I would have interpreted this as you getting rid of your piano and then getting it back again.
Alas, no, I have not been reunited with my piano… some day… perhaps…
Some folks need depravation to induce insight; like those folks who try to escape all media for set times; lounging in silence–no TV, smart phones, electronic notebooks, lap tops, computers, radios–just books, paper, binders, ink, words, flights of fancy, like a mental colonic; this was a cool & unique twist on the prompt.
I’ve been that person who was loyal, and taken for granted… Tis a shame having to walk away from someone you care about because they don’t realize what they had… Sorry this is making me think about personal stuff. ha
We can’t help but put our own experiences, our own personal stuff into our interpretation of poems – that’s why a poem is so different for each reader. I hear you, I can understand.
that’s a nice discovery..of finding music again..
i truly lose music for seven long years.. and finally sight ..hearing.. and finally words…
and one day..
the musicK in magicK of life comes back..
musicK inspires life back
in
me!
Alive is musicK and so…
is
ME!
We don’t know what we have until it’s gone…true, how lucky are we who can hear the music.
if someone enters that limited world of ours – and for each of us it’s limited – what magic – and the people who seem most different bring the biggest joy…
It’s so true. The quiet is nice for a while but eventually the missing sets in. Been there. You describe it well.
To live in that silence.. can mean so much — both as a metaphor and the music itself.. love how you made the music an organic thing.. that ambiguity make all the difference
Love the room ‘cloudy with sweat, bulging with smoke’ – music always sounds more intense when it’s a late-night shared experience…
Oh, yes, jazz for instance is meant to be heard in a club…
reminds me of when our love pass on… loved the lingering in this
There is a wonderful sense of discovery in these words Marina, beautifully stated.
“You unleashed yourself against my ears
entered my pulse
forged new pathways in my limited world.”
Love the effect that you create – indeed some singers have that effect on me the same way. Glad you could join…
No matter how immune we may be to music generally, there will always be one song or one singer who affects us profoundly.
A wonderful return to music–like finding and old friend unexpectedly 🙂
Sometimes particular songs I had forgotten have this effect on me. Then I hear them again and the magic is back.
Yes I think once music enters one’s pulse there is no turning back
I have had the same experience – no longer listening but thinking the quiet, calmer -now music has made its way back into my daily world – and I am better for it – wonderful poem!
Oh! I like the evolution in this poem. It starts with a very unassuming opening, but the verses become stronger and stronger as the poem progresses. Nice!