Your Shadow
Your “shadow” falls across my heart
I hope we’ll never have to part
Open up your life “gate” wide
So, I can with you abide
You are the “jewel” of my eye
Let me be your favorite guy
Or I will “mutter” cry and sigh
Categories:
mutter, love,
Form: Couplet
As a great lover of classical music
over many years the violin became ace
one particular lovely lady enchanted me
Anne-Sophie Mutter classically first place
This lady appeared in the Yellow Lounge
a night club in Berlin, she did astound
the Club Album played out such true class
covering composers splendidly crowned
Classical music doesn't normally appeal
in such an establishment it is pretty rare
but the clientele loved this classic treat
as Anne-Sophie served them such fare
Thankfully this performance was recorded
being on CD and DVD covered release
composers like Vivaldi, Gershwin and Bach
stunningly superb richness on each piece
Love to watch this many times over
never fails to hold me in it's grip
such musical feast left in wonder
takes one sailing aboard strings ship
(This piece I have written of my favourite music album by the great German violinist Anne-Sophie Mutter who performed her repertoire at a night club , "The Yellow Lounge" in Berlin, Germany.
It's available on youtube if you would like to watch as it last just over 30 minutes. )
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vKA8LW8NxI
Categories:
mutter, class, motivation, music, sound,
Form: Rhyme
she roams through the ether with uncontained purpose
she listens as a mother would for the sound of her new born waking
swirling winds of strife begin to shudder her consciousness
she surrenders to the pleading of a salty meditation
a murky grey eclipse of self
a breathless weight of vacant thought
she proposes a gift from deep within her sense
the self-inflicted adversary emerges
he covets, masked in pride and intention
her sucklings eagerly guzzle the curd of vanity
sadly, she guides them towards the abyss chosen
she is left with residue of the delusion
she cradles them back to safe slumber
they remember not
the whisper of hope dissipates in rejection at her feet
her tide must return alone
she will be back for her children another day
Categories:
mutter, blessing, hope, light, love,
Form: Free verse
Why must you mutter?
Well, why do YOU huff?
Seems we’ve reached a standoff,
Enough is enough!
For thirty odd years
When I enter the room,
I hear all the rumblings
A prophet of gloom!
And for ME, all these years
I hear unhappy sighs
As if you’ve been wounded
Or the sun will not rise
Are you so unhappy?
Do I cause YOU grief?
Is that what you think?
Guess that is MY belief
The mutter you hear is a prayer
How could you be so wrong?
I’m thanking the powers that be,
Without you I can’t get along
Funny, the huff that
you’re hearing, my dear
is a sigh of relief
Knowing you are still here!
May WE mutter and huff
till our dying days
Or, may we BILL and COO,
Please let me rephrase!
Categories:
mutter, life, love, marriage, true
Form: Light Verse
I bring this stone,
so smooth as ebony,
so you are not alone
and in my memory.
As it once was,
when we were family.
Your grave,
a nameless place
between some lonely birch-trees
and some fern,
without a gravestone,
without grace.
You never had a chance to turn.
My hands too stiff to wave good-bye,
my memories,
now cold as ice,
my eyes – your picture in the sky,
no chance for me to say good-bye.
No final stories
hence to tell,
I lay this stone for you
with a sad heart
and with a sigh.
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Ich bring dir diesen Stein,
so glatt wie Ebenholz,
und du bist nicht allein
in meiner Erinnerung
So wie es einst mal war,
noch als Familie
Dein Grab,
nur namenlose Stätte
zwischen einsamen Birken
und etwas Farn,
und ohne Grabstein,
ohne Gnade.
without grace.
Du hattest nie die Wahl.
Meine Hände zu steif, um dir Lebwohl zu winken,
meine Erinnerungen,
jetzt kalt wie Eis
meine Augen – dein Bild im Himmel,
und keine Chance dir auf Wiedersehn zu sagen.
Danch kam nichts
und weiter nichts zu sagen,
ich lege diesen Stein für dich
mit Trauer im Herzen
und einem Seufzer.
Categories:
mutter, sad
Form: Rhyme
.
grunt
groan
grumble
i
snort
not at the white dust
yet at the gust
the blast
burst
breeze
heaven'z breathe that carried
my mother away
Categories:
mutter, angst,
Form: Lyric