Short Mahler Poems

Moody Mahler to lyrical Mozart
An Inspiring melodic form of art.

An American doublet...

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Gustav Mahler of Bohemia
broke the conventions of his era
Conductor /composer a genius indeed
even changed idenomination to succeed...

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Gustave Mahler travelled far & wide
                                                         his emotive adagietto* he could not hide...

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Be not sad,
Be joyful and glad
Listen to Tchaikovsky not Mahler
Throw a party
Laugh and eat hearty
At the Happy Smily Funeral Parlor....

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Oskar loved Alma's feminine charms
painted himself entwined in her arms
He entitled it 'Bride of the Wind'*
Mahler/Kokoschka talents twinned.


...

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Mahler No.9,
not so inclined,
to be so entwined.
That final note,
of letting go.
Then silent measures,
with silent voices,
the instruments of fate,
and quiet choices....

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A vaporetto upon the sea
A love departs that could never be-
Tears trickle down  face,
Mahler played at his slowest pace,
Langsum,adagietto-slow.

Scene from Death in Venice...

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THE WIFE(alma mahler)
Of
Mahler,
Gropius
Franz Werfel-
filled life with her
song-
she
gave Klimt
her first kiss-
but like a Strauss
waltz
her
affairs
of the heart--
never lasted
long....

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Of
Mahler,
Gropius
Franz Werfel-
filled life with her
song-
she
gave Klimt
her first kiss-
but like a Strauss
waltz
her
affairs
of the heart--
never lasted
long.


Ekphrasis lanterne re Alma Mahler...

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THE WIFE
Of
Mahler,
Gropius
Franz Werfel-
filled life with her
song-
she
gave Klimt
her first kiss-
but like a Strauss
waltz
her
affairs
of the heart--
never lasted
long.


Ekphrasis lanterne re Alma Mahler...

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She was the passion of his life
Alma,fated never to be his wife,
In a relationship of tempest & strife-
As figures drifting upon a sea,
Sadly the closest,to eternal love for he.

Tribute to Oskar Kokoschka-see the 'The Tempest'...

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melancholic
       memories
emote
         tears
&
forgotten
          years
             awake

regrets
         surface
   remembered
again
  in
words 
      recalled

        emotions
crescend
            descend
   then   die

a
 tide of life
ebbs

     no more
to flow...

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Passion buried like a stone
When Alma left Oskar alone;
Their anagram she was to unpick
Leaving him bereft,lovesick..alack
His studio & life,painted..black on black

*anagram of their Christian names & title to Oskar's famous poem he dedicated to his love 
Alma Mahler.

http://www.thecityreview.com/kokosch.html...

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feasting on high
     with four mahler horns quailing
            r. strauss on my knee
       on my lips    claude debussy
     blue shirt    cheap seat seduction



               old photograph
           faces from the grave
           sepia toned by years
             paranormal shivers
                two way mirror


Dave Austin...

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Dark music floods my chamber 
Like a slowly rising tide 
That laps against the silence
Where my fondest dreams reside. 
 
Dark music bathes the morning
With its languid, liquid tune,
Conundrum-like concerto,
Every note a cryptic rune.
 
Dark music wakes me gently
From the warm embrace of sleep
And sings to me of treasures
I can have, but never keep....

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He
left a
legacy
for us all to 
see-
love's passion
emoted-
on an open
fan

Kokoschks'a fans on display Museum Fur Kunst & Gwerbe,Hamburg.Six fans survive that 
evidenced this romance with Alma Mahler


http://www.alma-mahler.com/engl/almas_life/alma_im_werk_kokoschkas.html


http://www.artrepublic.com/prints/11969-wood-on-the-downs-giclee-limited-edition-of-
850.html...

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If you have time on your hands
and nothing much to do
(no plane to catch or appointments to keep,
perhaps stuck in a small motel room
on-route to nowhere special).

Then allow me to recommend listening to
a Mahler or Bruckner interminable symphony.
Your whole life will unroll before you
yet seem but a fleeting minute of purgatory.

You will have climbed a mountain in your mind,
a peak which was probably too high
and not worth it....

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The skilled have fashioned melodies,
the keystrokes of the mind,
proclaiming hopes and verities,
extolling humankind;
colours unbeknown'st to us
do hover and distill,
and splash, now they're synonymous
with God's almighty will.

Might we as students of the art
assume a kindred tone,
interpret measures of the heart
'til theirs and ours are one;
re-craft with notes mellifluous
the stateliness of Brahms,
sonorities of Mahler,
noble men, brothers in arms?...

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Our capacity appears to be
a maximum of nine symphonies
Beethoven, Schubert, Mahler; Dvorák too
bravely tried to go beyond the ninth
before early, they all passed away.
The list; longer than those mentioned here;
composers; who never wrote to ten.
Was nine the limit of their vision?
Or, can we not comprehend a tenth?



A Time for Nine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner 
Date wrote: 12-05-2021
https://www.howmanysyllables.com/...

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A LATE QUARTET

Sitting
Looking out
Nothing comes
Nothing goes

Twiggy windows
A weeping pine
Earth    Moon
Mahler comes to mind

Sentimental lion
Spastic in sleep
A fractured three-quarter time
Dancing    heavy feet

White hands
Stroking
Each vein
Blue-racing

Half-in
Half-out
A pot holder
Dangles in space

Little items
Like soldiers
Blend
Crush

Don Quixotic
Rushing at
Nowhere
So slowly

Time was
Was time
The two
Come together

Sitting
Looking out
Nothing comes
Nothing goes...

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