This is all Glenn's fault
Inside/Outside
Inside the house she's -
Playing her cello.
I can hear it, faintly -
I am but a ghost to her.
We used to ...
-
Outside the house -
I walk slowly by.
She is but a ghost to me.
posted by Lane Savant at 7:45 PM
10 Comments:
Hallo, Lane & Glenn!
Coming back to "civilization" from ten days at a village on the Baltic Sea, I am confounded by this blog!! Who is the 'cellist and why is Glenn to blame????
Elgar composed "Enigma Variations" and Lane has done the same verbally here!!
Tschüß,
Anonomann
Glenn writes a lot of poetry. This picture is a poetry "prompt" he encourages me to join in. I'm trying to show him why I shouldn't.
There is no cellist, It's just something that might be going on in the house.
Hallo, Lane!!
Thanks for unraveling the enigma!!!!
Is Ursula also a poetic-license person???
Tschüß,
Anonomann
You seem to want me to quit
prompting you to write poetry,
which will never happen.
Poetry resides in you, and
you need to release it, sir.
You tell me that this poem
"makes no sense.".
So over on FFTR, I wrote
a response to your feelings:
Whatthehell makes sense?
The Bush Wars inherited
by Obama? Old age?
Attacks of CRS and aches
and pains and blank spaces?
Calling things Jumbo Shrimp?
Filing things under Government
Intelligence? Endeavoring to
be engaged by rhetorical
questions? Jean-Paul Satre?
Jackson Pollack's drippings?
Mozart's operas? My cat?
My wife? Your wife? Why
a GPS sends you only the
stupid ways first, as if you
have forgotten how to
read a map? Why does
Motel 6 rooms cost $65.00?
Why we do not fear for our
lives living in the shadows
of several fire mountains?
Why do we whistle in cemeteries?
Why couldn't I find an SUV that
was painted red instead of
government mint silver?
Why haven't I seen Bigfoot
yet? Why does no one give
a shit I saw that UFO on
the high CA deserts in 1983?
Why do I have a lot of hair
on my fireplug of a body,
and you have less on your
lanky frame? The technology
that emerges daily to help
us forget about the important
issues on this planet, and keeps
our children occupied and zoned
out during elections? Christ, I
could go on, but it makes no
sense to do so.
Naw, I'm just apologizing for it's vacuity.
Lane, is this the post you want to link to Magpie Tales? I left instructions on your other blog. Let me know if you still have trouble, and I can link it for you.
no need to appologize...your magpie sends the mind a wandering..
i like this. more than anything i like the simplicity in first read but how it's so complicated in after thought
To me this a poetic expression we feel when we have 'a brush' with an old love. A little wistful memory, but there is no going back to a ghost. Neat, simple yet says so much.
Sad, but very well-done.
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