Bach's
Concerto #7
the
sound of the harpsichord fills
the air marooned
no
rescue expected hope slips away no lifeline in sight
death
has no domain (s)he
is comfortable anywhere
welcome
nowhere
signs
etched in the sky there are no explanations for the truth
(s)he
will not be denied (s)he
walks the corridor checking the
numbers
on the door against
her
list
no deals made when your number comes
up
no
one else will be accepted (s)he approaches
extends her hand steps
to the music swings
twists and turns
twists and turns
glides
across the floor could (s)he come to rescue after all
youth
is fleeting life seems long/short in this moment we
are
here
just
as suddenly we are there the exact location unknown
we
are all dying we die tomorrow or the day after
secrets
whispered black cloth tied over the
mirrors
the
music plays on we dance in the darkened room
we
are all dying today
February
19, 2017
Note: I do not know why some words are in larger fonts, in "strange" places, they are not my intention, but I do not know how to get rid of them?
Note: I do not know why some words are in larger fonts, in "strange" places, they are not my intention, but I do not know how to get rid of them?
17 comments:
A vivid portrayal of a certain reality: "death has no domain (s)he is comfortable anywhere."
A fascinating word salad that somehow becomes cohesive. My interest is captured.
Indeed death can be a dance partner--I loved how you spin this out
Your words enchant, embed their depth upon my heart. Thank you for this.
To get that lovely music into a death-dance is perfect.
One can get insight from this that all life is a dance with death.
It seems unfair that death has so much power, especially with youth, and I hope that no one young has to long for death as an escape. If so, I would like the power to change places with them! You note that such is not allowed. Grr. I hope to live long enough to welcome death myself--maybe when I'm 100. (But if I were asked, I would pick a Bach Cello Suite instead.)
The secrets whispered, the black cloth tied over the mirror.......a meditation on death, well expressed.
Life and death entwined in a dance. It's good let rhythm take us to the end. Great writing Annell.
Indeed youth is fleeting, and dying is always coming....all too soon, all too soon!
"in this moment we
are here
just as suddenly we are there"...dancing steps as it were, rhythmical fleeting moments of life so amazingly captivated...
"(s)he is comfortable anywhere welcome nowhere"
I love that. Also how "life seems long/short"; both are so true.
Thank you for your comment. for the life of me, I cannot find your write?
I think I was simply thinking life/death are one thing, perhaps the flip side of the coin? You can't have one without the other? Can you think of a coin with two side the same, front and back? I like to think of death as the rescurer, she only comes when life is no longer possible. She is a nurturer, kind and gentle, perhaps like a Bach Cello Suite.
You have been there, you know. Thanks Sherry.
Thank you for your comments, it all seems true....
For some reason the click wouldn't take me to your write? Thanks for your comment.
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