Remembering the Violinist

A lazy afternoon poem.

I remember you, Joshua Bell-

if that is your name

It’s escaped me now, exactly who you are, and what you do

but I remember your name

            Montero and Ma, I remember completely-

the pianist and cellist respectively

But my recollection of you, Mr. Bell, is a bit cloudier

 

But then, I, a chronic misplacer of keys, a habitual pen loser,

an appointment forgetter, and altogether something of a scatterbrained soul,

do well to remember little things from one day and to the next

 

I know you

I’ve heard of you

On some afternoon public-radio broadcast, I am sure

  Soon I may recall your trade, your work

Until then, Mr. Bell, your name shall have to suffice 

Reviews

[Vanessa]

Something about this was so flowing and nicely said.
Your choice of words was magnificent and made the piece sound all the better.

The ending, the last line, was the perfect way to sum this poem up.

[Celtic Cat]

A splendid afternoon write! I love the bit when you went into describing yourself and your memory issues. That to me was the most endearing part of the poem.
Of course, Mr. Bell ain't so shabby either! thanks for this little stroll.... I do quite enjoy it. Musical mystery passing on a breeze.....that's what it feels like to me. Great write!

[Emily B]

I forget names and places and faces, but I never forget words. . .

[Wildfleour]

I like this a lot. Thank you for sending me the request, James.

Memory is a funny thing. As a matter of fact, I just wrote about it myself! :)