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Listening to Samuel Barber’s Violin Concerto
and tired of the rain
.
if only you could have coolness with light
light without heat
not only in the outer world but in
.
this bubble of sensation, memory and
symbolic thought you call
your mind
.
you know you have a mind
because of the way it changes
what you see and hear
going deaf don’t help
.
the violin is now the voice
of Samuel’s heart
that cries with wonder and with woe
.
as all great hearts do
at beauty so long sought
.
only to see that beauty
like your love of it is
blind
some of the time
.
and slowly melting
into all that it is
and also is not
.
the brown eyed girl in a fading snap
the light that still burns in her eyes
.
the quiet tidecast languor
of breathing flesh and bone
.
the beauty that you find
at the living end of the mind
.
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i really enjoyed the elegance of this, and taking the moment to questions of cognitive
awareness and such….read much like viewing a waterfall….leave signifigant tresses
of poetic rain, in my brain
Thanks Daen, recently updated it.
Liked your contributions too.