A Coda for the Living
Poem. Gratitude and inspiration. And joy.
pulling back from the wreckage
the song isn't over
yet
this isn't my requiem
no solemn fixed faces
professional mourning
the single cymbal reverse
the fade-in, more than
a reprise, a coda
the toms and the bass
rhythmically reverberate
around my ear drums
as the snare crashes in
with rides and hi-hat
keeping the time
the guitar moans
across the plane
just off-key, perfectly so
the singers they sing
but the lyrics aren't clear
the song is a new one
a new melody
with a bittersweet intro
and positive slide towards the end
in timbre and octaval shifts
they make sense of sound
sound in action — action — action...
my feet they squeak across polished surfaces
as my hand reaches out
to gather my love
in closer
to dance to our song
all fresh and anew
as we kick off our shoes
and barefoot, we follow the rhythm
skipping time through the dew
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Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: Quick 15 minute poem, approximately, because I wanted to share something musical and positive. Here is an excuse, when not necessary to share one of my favourite songs of all time.
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Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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