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Lone He's Playing the Bassoon

Lone He's playing the bassoon Pulling down the argent blinds He shuts out the sight of moon. Half bare, half cloaked in an ebon velvet coat Her limbs dances to his tune He rejects her Winter-light through the marble- mosaiced room Lone He's playing the bassoon Pulling down the argent blinds He shuts out the sight of moon He sleeps longer with the night In his dream dust rides each tide Casting shadows upon the edge of an early compromise Lone He's playing the bassoon Pulling down the argent bllinds He shuts out the sight of moon Fog have made him become blind Frost kept him forever cold He couldn't feel , He couldn't see All those beams of molten-gold Glistened on the pebbled shore which lead always to his door. He shuts out the sight of moon Pulling down the argent blinds Lone He's playing the bassoon Playing with the vacant night with the wind,the rain, and tide He stopped playing the bassoon just to watch the crescent moon.

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 9/15/2016 3:55:00 PM

Lunar struck..Enjoyed reading your work..Sara

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 9/15/2016 1:48:00 PM

Dear Charma, there is a loneliness at night that you capture well in this beautiful poem. I was enthralled by the imagery and especially liked the line: "Casting shadows upon the edge of an early compromise." I often feel like I'm doing just that. So nice to read your work again. I'm hanging in there, my friend. Sending love to you!

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 9/12/2016 8:26:00 AM

Dropping by to say hi. I hope all is well with you. Hugs Rick.

Paul Callus

Date: 9/10/2016 3:33:00 PM

Hi Charm....your lone talented musician reminds me of those who write poetry and hide it away in a drawer, not realizing that there is beauty and satisfaction awaiting in sharing with others! Love your lyrics and full marks to you! Regards // paul

Carolyn Devonshire
Date: 9/15/2016 1:50:00 PM

Paul, I regret I left our collaboration in a file for so many months and am glad it is finally posted. But you should see all the poems I have hidden in drawers.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 9/9/2016 7:40:00 PM

I think you have a hit on your hands! 7 all the way!

Timothy Hicks

Date: 9/3/2016 9:54:00 PM

Deep with a tinge of the mystical. Loved the subtle change in the end with the silent musician gazing at the moon. Music should be played out in the open ... not in a shadowed room.

Jesse Day

Date: 9/2/2016 10:52:00 AM

I sense the talent of this hero in your write. I want to hear him play! Excellent work - Jesse

Ravi Sathasivam

Date: 9/1/2016 2:27:00 AM

Excellent. Very deep write. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks fro sharing it.

Arthur Vaso

Date: 8/29/2016 10:41:00 PM

I agree with Tim, the depth of the poem, I had to read it a few times, and I confess when I read the title I confused the ss's for ff's, the irony being the meaning would not have been lost! Hugs! Still very sad

Tim Smith

Date: 8/29/2016 6:04:00 PM

This is very deep Charmaine...I had to read a few times to feel it. He shuts out everything to concentrate on just himself and misses out on the world. In the end he realizes the beauty that is around him. Very thought provoking.

Charmaine Chircop
Date: 8/29/2016 6:25:00 PM

He doesn't let the light of the moon into his darkness...Maybe too doubtful or scared ...He plays his own music, alone.,.Thinking the moon is gone, but light was in his life all along, He just had to watch its glow.Could be about a female too.I used male version since , the moon is considered female. Inspired by a poem I read and some music I heard, Thanks for reading.