Monday, December 21, 2009

A Poem

This is only 3 days old. I made up the name of the musicans

1912 Ragtime Orchestra.

This was played at the restaurant
where we had our anniversary meal.
We talked back through the years
people, places,events -memories.

You could make a list of it.
This one was kind, this one not,
this place was cold, that one hot.
That cat was strange, this one is worse.

Memories, though are not just a list,
they have sounds, smells, odd details
and feelings, attached.
Like the recording was not just some songs.

You could feel it in the music.
Where sometimes they berated the Devil,
Sometimes loved with all their heart.
Swaggered, when they might have been cowed.

The needle recorded emotions behind words,
Life is not just a recipe, 2 cups this and 1 pinch that.
You can feel the feelings
And accept some comfort.

14 comments:

Jennifer said...

Memories, though are not just a list,
they have sounds, smells, odd details
and feelings, attached.


Perfect.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

Now THAT I like.

You can feel the feelings
And accept some comfort.


That's how I like the music I like.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Did you compose this poem in order to save your head?

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

I also love this:

You could feel it in the music.
Where sometimes they berated the Devil,
Sometimes loved with all their heart.
Swaggered, when they might have been cowed.


well done, sir.

Smut Clyde said...

they have sounds, smells, odd details
and feelings, attached.


Mine tend to have dried sinews sticking out the back, or little lumps of congealed fat.

Smut Clyde said...

2 cups this and 1 pinch that.
An entire courtship encapsulated in seven words.

Another Kiwi said...

There is no saving this head, I need a new one.
Ah the joys of courtship, I couldn't figure how to make a rhyme for "Chinese Burns"

Smut Clyde said...

Did you compose this poem in order to save your head?

But where is Egil's skull now?

The skull was exceptionally large, and its weight was even more remarkable. It was ridged all over on the outside like a scallop shell.

Think of the potential for creative phrenology.

Phineas Gage said...

Oh sure, one little spike to the head and you are ready to discard the whole thing.

Nice.


laterbag is where you keep the stuff you'll want later.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Oh sure, one little spike to the head and you are ready to discard the whole thing.

Veiled healthcare bill reference?

Smut Clyde said...

That cat was strange, this one is worse.
Mrs. Cat is weird.

Another Kiwi said...

Mrs.Cat has issues but she doesn't chase her tail as much as she used to.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

I couldn't figure how to make a rhyme for "Chinese Burns"

I believe that is why Johnny Thunders went with "Chinese Rocks".

Smut Clyde said...

After you catch it the first time, it loses much of its appeal.
Apparently there is a variety of shop where you can buy a replacement caudal appendage for her, and revive the thrill of the chase.