This is the last post in the “Murmure dans le vent” series. Here, I shall expose the fourth & final movement of Tchaikovsky’s Serenade for Strings in C Major. The order in the series is as follows: “Murmure dans le vent”, “Dance for me”, and “Faithfully Unfaithful”
Tag: poetry
Broken Time
Tick, Tock
goes the clock
every second spent with you
Tick, Tock
goes the clock
another day without you
Tick, Tock
tears come down
another week without you
Tick, Tock
goes the clock
got kicked out
wandering without you
Tick, Tock
goes the clock
wish I were beside you
Tick, Tock
goes the clock
shriveled in the snow
Tick, Tock
goes the clock
the meds are here beside me
Tick, Tock
goes the clock
alone… I’m still beside you
Not your pair
These hands are not yours…
the way they caress
how they hold me
how they brush my tears away
This malaise grasp
grazes my core
shunning my depths
blinding my light
I miss your presence
the sturdy hands
against my crumbling soul
holding and reassembling my pieces
These hands are not yours…
who bears me is my own
how softly did I know
Who kisses me? it’s your soul
Work in progress….
Your eyes
(the) pool of your soul
mesmerize my own
under your silent shine
(my) crystal candle-light
Shine with me
I am the moon shining your path
I am your blanket filled with stars
I am the pillow in which you sob
I am the warmth hugging your arms
I smile and smile again
Against your skin, your breath (and yes)
I forever will be
Waiting for you (you’ll see!)
I’ll breathe under your skin
“Just as the moon who feigns it’s free you are the tide who shines with me”
Effortless
It’s easy for you to promise
and not commit
just throw a bone
and exclaim “get over it”
It’s child’s play in saying yes
just to excuse yourself
abandon all thought
and exile yourself from a life
It’s simple in stating that you’re busy
never worry
not looking sideways
just yourself
It’s effortless in not talking
but the truth is
I need you, your voice, your soul, eyes
I need your fleeting kiss
just so I can withstand time
Untitled
Over the world
Precariously I walk
Chills down my spine
In this chapter -unsure-
Will it open before the close?
Dubiously the road quickens
Running as I try to feel
the labyrinth inside my chest
unravels slowly
Foreseeable this may be
this feeling inside me
I can see the doors
Will you stay as I unclose?
Fluctuating as conditions may persist
Undoubting I continue to stay
The opening unravels you
as the worlds most precious gift
You smile upon me
Pulse quickens
Over the world is my stop.
Compose
I write
with tears
with pain
with sorrow
forlornly
I record
ecstatically
melodramatically
lovingly
sentimentally
exuberantly
inamorato
your skin
I compile
your mouth
your pearls,
and diamonds
-as they fall-
broaching them softly….
I pencil
the future
the past
the sighs
your sight
our love
your lips
my embrace
your semblance
I compose
in you
in me
in us
-musicalpoetry 2013
100 love sonnets
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this waybecause I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest ismy hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
| — | Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets |
The art of musical poetry 