Accompaniment

The afternoon dark, dreary and raining,

And one of life's happy happenstances -

From the radio falls the flowing movement

After movement of Handel's Water Music,

The lentement ending, bourree beginning.

 

Just at the edge of as far as I can see

A willow is reaching out to power lines -

Handel's hand hovering above the staff,

And now his quill spilling across the page

The dark drops of notes, the bright arpeggio.





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-08-10 at 15:57

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Again, an extremely clever poem, and I mean that as a compliment.
2011-08-12


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoy ''hearing '' , mousic in my mind when weather is playing the emagernastan. Even when something in the T V, can aafeckt the body. Some years ago when I was so younger than I am now. I was a sleep on the sofer , and a progame had just started , callde ' The War At Sea '' . The mousic was '' Ride Of The Volcures ''. The operning of the progame was ships rideing the sea of the Atlantik , yes I was overcome by sea sickness!
Ken
2011-08-10