.
i wonder if it’s in her body
or the quaver flag’s long neck,
sitting beaming on the stave
half-moon round&
filled—
with her own melody ?
i’m a commuter on the highway
&it started with a six string
love affair //at eighteen
cross-legged on the kitchen table
with three chords a friend taught
“it’s enough to play
most songs
add their minor bros
they all just cook with water–”
in front the soccer stadium as i pass
a locomotive, green// tin
somewhat out of place
i sing her song towards the slide down pane
as if i knew it
just the feel,
a slice of moment//mood
within a tune
&rusty patches on her cheeks
reflect.
the play of sunlight
.
Anthony has us write music at dVerse…doors open at 3pm EST
Once again you’ve captured something which I think we all do…flow between our own thoughts and the lyrics of the song…almost writing a new tune.
A six string love affair can go anywhere. A tune to the mind is one of a kind.
Sometimes we can be fully absorbed into that music.. the tones add such a great dimension to the experience.. I just wish I could play.. It would add a completely new dimension…
I enjoyed where your thoughts traveled, woven through the music, the present, the past, associations. Cool write, Claudia.
Very cool write. I like the thoughts, the observations and the memories while you recal a tune. You are so musical.
the curves of the guitar can be quite alluring – even the song-birds sing. Maybe make music because we must.
cool. i like how you made the distinction there in the opening…def get the music note…and an interesting thought on where her melody lies…i started on a six string as well…in the graveyard, writing songs…they all cool with water…ha…nice way of putting that…i like how you find her song, even when things are a bit out of place…and that you find it by feel…yeah, that is about right…smiles.
I love what music does to poetry and vice versa…and you captured the mystic in this. Got to go to the Reno Philharmonic this weekend. What a treat! A celebration of Nevada’s 150th admission to the Union. (When it became a State).
Most inanimate objects become female–boats, planes, freight trains, but for me a locomotive is male, all-muscle, John Henry with his pile driver; love this piece, it does sing, zing, & sting. You are the renaissance woman poet, artist, & musician.
I like ‘a slice of moment//mood
within a tune’ ~ it’s the present
I started playing guitar at 17… I can def relate as I’ve had so many days of being in deep thought whilst practicing new chords…
You got me at quaver! I love that word– Just beautiful Claudia!
… started playing age 6 … never could tolerate being taught though … one of my students is my teacher … go figure … 🙂
Three chords! The world is your oyster if you can play three chords. If only poetry had three chords.
Cheers,
Mark Butkus
Mark, three chords would become might tiresome to the ear and the psyche–SOON. As would poetry (with but three descriptive words). There IS some. You know it when you read it. The writers in this realm of dVerse (and others) fortunately use all the chords, major, minor, diminished, and all their extensions. I’m just LOVIN’ it and LOVIN’ life, thanks to you People!
I admire this part :
a slice of moment//mood
within a tune
&rusty patches on her cheeks
I am not musical at all so I envy people who play the instruments or get the tune right away ~
It all started with a four-string love affair at age 6…ooops, was writing MY story. HA!
“…the feel, a slice of moment//mood” is where I landed in this, having known so many thousands of those. Could those be a preview of heaven?Would not surprise me
Such sublimity.
Think I’ll take walk during my “lunch break” tomorrow
and as I leisurely step along
observe what I see–in song
Your mention of the three chords reminded me of my friends who were beginning to play the guitar. Interesting that so many of our musical memories are associated with youth rather than ten years ago.
Claudia, I do believe I have a new favorite of yours too. This is fantastic the way you weaved the sound and images brought us in and let us play among the notes of your words. Brilliant!
Nostalgia blended with six-strings… this certainly struck a chord with me.
Ah, a six string love affair at 18 sounds about right. I bet many can identify with that. Smiles.
I always wanted to play guitar but I never learned. This is a nice memory.
Love the images – you riding to work, passing the green tin train, sitting cross legged on the kitchen table..and rusty cheeks to me says singing while biking down on an autumn morning.
i always loved the guitar.. and the fingers could do the piano.. something about those strings.. did not match these digital fingers.. it seems…
And yes.. if we can just keep the songs of life..to three chords.. things in life..
will truly vw kinder and gentler.. than an autobahn.. highway.. on speed..:)
An intensely musical poem, with lovely grace notes stitched in.
it’s beautiful… musical lines ..loved it
I’ve always wished I could play guitar – have been attracted to its sinuous shape and easy accompaniment to voice and emotions. The first stanza in particular is sheer music!
Beautifully lyrical.
Groovy piece. Love- “i sing her song towards the slide down pane”
I’ll let you into a secret: once I have read one of your poems I read it again, only from bottom to top. I love return journeys.
Mood has a lot to do with music – your guitar reminds of the time when I wanted to learn to play violin, and now all I do is hum 🙂
moment and mood and I would expect that you sung this piece as you wrote
i like your outfit, claudia 🙂 and your guitar music…one of my current favorites is a Spanish guitar CD.
This one brings back memories for me…sitting cross legged strumming on my guitar for hours. Very nice…
Always a treat to read – loved the rusty patches on her cheeks…
stunning…you convey your relationship so beautifully. there’s an enchanting feel to this.
first, it’s lovely to see you claudia!
the title is enchanting ~ i had to read it three times before the poem so that i could capture every detail. (by the way, i am quite envious of your curls!)
you have such a unique way of elevating what most see but don’t really pay attention to ~ i always take away the feeling of your passion for life, no matter what the subject of your observations.
the last three lines of this piece leave a stunning impression. absolutely love the entire poem!
♥
I loved that line about your affair with guitars. really nice.
Greetings from London.
Hi Claudia,
Ah, six string love affair, I remember that love. Wonderful flow as usual. I was read your blog a while back, and had posted some pics you made, pencil if I remember, lots of cafe scenes. Just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed those. Are you still drawing? Would love to see more if you have them
Hi Claudia! A different view for sure but one only you could have and it sounds wonderful.
first – cool Doc Martens. second, google the Axis of Awesome “Four Chord Song”, which is very funny, and apropos to this great verse:
It’s enough to play
most songs
and their minor bros
~