Ferruccio Busoni
piano, portraits, pyres
milking the celestial wellspring
notes, have and have-nots, halfed
alms, imperfect time
exchanged for dignity..a
knee takes score,
chant resounds, the portraits speaks
its crown, robbed of maven grace
defaced by scorn, reborn in
a pyres burn, a pianos key
and the composer's fear
of obscurity
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2010
I am enchanted by your post! Thanks
ReplyDeleteThis one's a zinger!"milking the celestial wellspring notes"....."robbed of maven grace". Like a step back into the time of the composer. Fantastic rendering of mood and tone.
ReplyDeleteThis is really good - how well you capture the creativity, and self-doubt of the artistic mind.
ReplyDeletehehe...and perhaps why we write poetry as well...
ReplyDeleteso we all may know this fear - the composers, the musicians, the writers, the painters..really like this
ReplyDeleteI have been scrolling back over the last few poetry posts.
ReplyDeleteou write very impressively.
bkm,
ReplyDeleteA lovely piece of writing which is actually 'music to my ears'. A very thoughtful look into the world of the composer, who carried all those fears, which we too experience from time to time.
Thank you for all the times you visit and comment at my blog also Barbara.
Best wishes Eileen :)
I have found a whole world of poetry on the web, and this is one I enjoyed reading
ReplyDeleteexcellent word choice - a powerful piece
ReplyDeletethank you all for your comments on this piece on music...I agree that the same can be said about all forms of art and their creators...it is a burning that results in art for everyone to enjoy...thank God that we have so many forms of expression....bkm
ReplyDeleteShort and powerful. The flow is very intriguing. Good job!
ReplyDeletecompact,
ReplyDeletelovely imagery.
love the idea of piano and everything goes with it.
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Truly a great ode to the will of want in the mind of those who create, whether it be on the 88 keys or whatnot.
ReplyDeleteYou've captured a moment in time beautifully with this piece. Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteThis is just amazing the way you've woven the music throughout the poem.
ReplyDeleteThe expression in the photo resounds with the liens:
ReplyDelete"and the composer's fear
of obscurity"
As always, beautifully lyrical writing, bkm.
I especially liked the ending ... but is it not true that poets to fear such obscurity? Enjoyed the read.
ReplyDelete...defaced by scorn, reborn in
ReplyDeletea pyres burn, a pianos key
and the composer's fear
of obscurity...
...champion lines...you capture so much with so little.
Barbara,
ReplyDeleteI love the flow in this piece, just like music.
Pamela
Love your style, your flow within the words of your writings... lots of depth.
ReplyDeleteWow, this is amazing. You are making steady progress with your poetry. Keep it up!
ReplyDeleteCaptures an artist's lament forcefully.
ReplyDeleteAnd all of us march to the beat of our own drum...
ReplyDeleteperfect combination of music and poetry. truly brilliant!
ReplyDeleteBye For Now
lovely insight.
ReplyDeletecheers
wonderful poem. works on many levels. nice job!
ReplyDeleteLike a 'behind the scenes look' into the life of the subject. Very intriguing!
ReplyDeleteamazing!!
ReplyDelete"its crown, robbed of maven grace"
I think I know just how the poor man in the photo feels...
ReplyDeleteAh, self-doubt, I know it well. This is an excellent piece. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteas I read I had the feeling of rushing and falling....into obscurity
ReplyDeletenice one as usual
Your words flow so freely.It's music in itself!Capturing thoughts in few words is not an easy job!You did a great job on this!
ReplyDeleteA true work of art!
Very nicely composed.
ReplyDeleteI love the words you used here! And I like that the poem sounds mysterious.
ReplyDeleteDear Bkm
ReplyDelete'milking the celestial wellspring ' what a beautiful line.. I enjoyed it so much.. thanks for sharing
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Wow wonderful, sort of remind me of the third book of Tributes of Sonia I am currently working on, it is full of music too and so is your poem! Happy Poetry Potluck =D~~~
ReplyDeletethis poem makes me feel like floating.... great work that captures emotion! take care.... :-)
ReplyDeleteSuch a gift for turning a phrase. This is quite a wonderful picture of self-doubt. A fine poem.
ReplyDeleteHappy Potluck, bkm. Poem on ...
thanks for linking up with potluck.
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award/treats for you. smiles.
welcome to poets rally week 33.
let me know if you are ready.