Rain plays piano notes against the skin.
Light lets only a little solace in.
Is it enough that eloquence has been?
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i like to walk in rain...you know why none can differentiate my tears: charlie chaplin told. this poem reminded me the above line......
I've often thought that your poems are best read by the emotions and the visions that rise up and are experienced by the mind's eye. The third stanza especially lingers in the mind.
A scene of beauty capture these most eloquent words. Thankyou for such a lovely write Sandra.--Melvina--
I love the first line, Sandra..it's beautiful..i love it! greatly penned by a great poet.Top marks! love and hugs, Meggie
Typo perhaps in line 6 'definition' am only as helpful as The Oxford American when it comes to spelling Bill Grace
The contrast between the physical 'notes' and transcendent music is very fine, Sandra. The Life-Flights of the birds is an enduring, and haunting image. These few tercets blend images of mortality and immortality - all mortal things are evanescent, but the music continues.
How beautifully penned (as ever) . Agreed, the first line in particular is truly memorable. t x
Emotion comes across intact, such a strong piece Sandra, Love duncan X
Like Frank, I love the oepning line, and oh how much I agree with spare sound being severe. My heart breaks at the end of every song. Thank you for this, and for all of your songs, Uriah Hamilton
How wonderful to see the word 'spare' in its original 'scanty or frugal' context (rather than as the more usual 'surplus to requirement') and what a powerful way to express sound - spare. You share a sad, sweet melancholy with your usual aural and visual ingenuity in this excellent poem. Touching, but never sentimental. love, Allie xxxx
Metaphorically speaking...your command of such pictorial simile, is quite stunning, as is your work in general...'''Rain plays piano notes against the skin''' ....it doesen't get much better than this young lady! ~ ~ ~
Sandra this is an extraordinary piece and you know the rare sound of emptiness well.
Sense impressions, emotional dissonance, emptiness, coming out of the figures and moving to the reader.
Words are beautifully woven. This poem is alive. It is not just mere words. You are a great observer of nature.
a song in a minor key can fill the silence but not for long....