Melody And Swing~

Feathers split

crawling a body's song

servitude

glorious mood

 

I lost your notes to science

scions

awkward through my brew

insubstantial

I try to repair you with a soprano's  antique rhetoric

across piano keys

feeding you on language

kneeling in a pool of oil

while my wrists tremble

against silver clasps

 

His money burned a dream

through a solitary canvas

the messiah ambling through Paris

on a beam of innate sweetness

sugar cubed

dismantled

in a cup of steaming liquid

that sears his lips

blurred

inside a pastel stroke of a boar hair brush

 

The moon tarried

on the pearl hem of my wedding gown

bending fear

into the deep purr of guitar strings

pressing hearts between the folds of an invitation

soaking in a basin

of melodious poison

and tea leaves

 

He thought it was all a secret shadow

under the man's fedora

hidden oil eyes

a world baritone

carefully bumping the fine nerves

sheathed beneath paper thin skin

I lower my eyes

into the shade of his disguise

surrendering

my feather fan

to beat back the firefly night

etched against the sky

 

I redeem myself in the waltz

he moves my delicate momentum

with a sip of berry cognac

across a moonlit era

swinging out

to big band

smoky

nightclubs

my plumes lavender and white

he cries his old bones

away

with the vibrant melody of my lies

 

Companionship

happens

in the ache of a melody

in the steps of a foxtrot

clarinets spread gold dust across a window sill

he pulls back the curtains on the rain

on the ensemble of memories

I turn out of my heels

fine bones

like powder

in my footsteps

he dips me in ash shavings against the fireplace

pushes down into a memory

before wheelchairs

and a line of pain medications

falling back into a red rose between my teeth

he dips me

the tango coloring the garden

bursting through the archways of winter light

into blossoms

dying

to be reborn

 

The melody crescendos

the band

ghosts

on

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[FireWoman]

Even the strongest of strong may have to bend to illness and age. I have always known I will not grow as old as some, but I am just too damn ornery to go down without a hell of a fight. But, I know there is also honor in bowing a head to known defeat. Thank the gods we all shall be well a & full of P & V on the other side of this. Life's dance... not sure weather it was all worth it; but positive it was a lesson/lesson(s) I had to learn for myself to appreciate the good stuff.

[Lydia Blackwell]

This was a pleasure to read. It was a journey. It was a lesson. It was a warning. It was a story. I loved it. There were so many parts to it, I felt spoiled for a moment as if being indulged. Lovely!

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Stunning way of portraying the life cycle and its ups and downs...melancholy without being depressing...with the waltz, creating such a graceful picture that one cannot mind the ending...simply lovely

[Amit Parmessur]

Hello esteemed friend,

You write well.

The second issue of Golden Apple has started accepting Submissions. It will be based solely on Christmas and definitely sounds very exciting! Our editors have already set themselves to work with the Submissions obtained.

We all aim at making this ezine a really nice and positive one!

Submissions (poems, short stories, sketches, song lyrics and any other) are most welcome. Read our GUIDELINES at

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Do consider submitting to us. We are here in some way scouting for new talent and why not try to give people a chance of getting published instead of making them suffer rejection after rejection. We are a non-profit ezine who aims at entertaining our gradually growing number of readers. Do add us on facebook too using our email add [email protected]

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[Intern'l Shultzfeather]

memories
faded moments
nothing to love
Here's for living in newness
happens every second.
Give me a break.

[Bubo]

Dancing, each step in life, through to old age and death...........loss of agility, limbs and always the intensity inside the mind of desire, never fades.........the movement in each line dances, beautifully as all your poems.

[C]

That beautiful dance from birth to death and beyond......just wonderful how you paint that picture.

[Brad]

it's like dancing with the dead...a danse macabre....your liquid language quenches me again

[Maurice]

A riot of vibrant images brings this one to life in the most wonderful way.

[Robin]

a dance woven through the heart ~ footsteps in pace of an etheral orchestra , a score sheet of melodic soul notes that strike within ~ beautiful expressed in your intangible way