The sound of wooden rake scratching concrete.
walk nearer - rustle of dry leaves.
This, the beginning of a Japanese haiku
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Whoops - it's not Kurt Weill's, which is 'September Song', but Kosma/Prevert.
Yes, Ghada, our best seasons are 'between' - Spring (which I guess you have on fast-forward?) and autumn, when the air temperature slowly goes down over many weeks, the sun shines sometimes even more clearly, and the leaves turn colour and fall one by one. And poets get all nostalgic, while children's stomachs turn at the thought of a new class, a new school...The classic song is Kurt Weill's 'Les feuilles mortes se ramasse a la pelle...' - and the lovers part as leaves fall slowly, and memories fade as their footsteps in the sand... now do you get the picture? !
In Egypt we do not have an autmn.We go from hot humid green summer straight to dry bare trees winter! You gave me the autmn we so miss here - I can see it and hear it. Didn't see or hear autmn in Jim Morrison. Have to go listen to it again and have to join the Forum. You are always teaching me Michael. Thanks. Ghada
How did Miss Adelaide get into Beckett? Oh well, whatever fills your theatre of the mind...
reads more like the basis of a Beckett one act play, performed with only chair and a woman covered in candyfloss who is partial to intermittent sneezing fits...of course, I could be wrong...good play.
Excellent treatment, Michael. Ever thought of fronting your own rock band? The only thing I would do differently is somehow condense it into something shorter, but I'm hard-pressed to point to any line(s) I would remove. Regards.
(This is a reworking of the Jim Morrison lyric, as discussed in the Forum) MS
I can't believe there were others that were impressed, like I was, by that poem by JD Morrison... Nice fleshing out of another of Jim's underdeveloped vignettes.