Ravel's Lullabies
by
Nancy Pawley
copyright 05-06-2002
Age Rating: 13 to 127
Picture Credits:
Berceuse surle nom Gabriel Faure, Pavane pour une infante de'funte
Rapsodie Espagnole, Daphnis et Chloe' Suite
Ravel's lullabies, weeping willow gypsy violins, soft piano sighs
Solitary sitting on the recessed alcove seat
The front bay window overlooks the brownstemmed barren gardens
Bereft of summer's blooming fragrant roses
Small leatherbound book of sad love poems, written by Rod McKuen
Opened in my lap, leaves me feeling existential minded
Harmonies and agreements in all of Life and Love
Ever changing, ever blending, intermingling with experience
Truth based in actuality from one day to the next
Never really knowing, until you really know
Listen carefully to my heartache's sorrow
The dimension depth charge of my flowing tears
Mysterious with opalescence, iridescent shimmering rainbow colors
Sleeting rain falls in sheets of autumn showers
A bitter summonings of cold waves and wet chills, left unchallenged
Huddling for warmth and humanity I curl myself into an uptight ball
legs drawn, head bowed, eyes closed
Will someone come to banish, cast out the dampening spirit
The ever lasting darkness residing in my soul-less heart
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Parts of this "I feel" are absolutely perfect. I see this was written six years ago. I can't wait to see what you've been up to in between these years concerning the growth of your work! I'm curious to find, how one improves given time to explore new ideas. Maybe I'll be able to gage where I hope to be in a few years?
My eyes have a habit of turning things around to fit "my" images. I loved the last part of this: (beginning at) Listen carefully to my heartache's sorrow. Then my image check popped me up to the line before it, to place under it. When I found myself at the bottom of the poem I wanted to return to to the beginning (after soul-less heart) switch a couple words around "sitting solitaire" on the recessed alcove seat and take off again with these beautiful lines, end with summer's blooming fragrant roses.
I hope you are not offended with me playing around with YOUR beautiful poem. The way you have it written- makes it (easy for everyone) to find "their" place in the shade of this lullaby.
Very nice, I have been reading more of your work so I can absorb (begin to learn) your personal style. Enjoyed, thank you!
Susan
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