Deep Brass notes splendor
Upon me cast its musical spell
While I reach for memory tender
Deep Brass notes splendor
While I reach for memory tender
Musical specter reflects on golden bell
Deep Brass notes splendor
While I reach for memory tender
This Triolet ( ABaAabAB) and Photo are dedicated to a friend (gone so many years). She and I could wail on those brass instruments all night long.
Photograph: ” Musical Outlines” copyright L. Moon 2012
No more trills
have had enough of that
this Gavotte
is sounding rather flat
*
Music I simply adore
but please mon conductor
can we add some pizzazz
and lighten up with Jazz
Needless to say in a house filled with musicians – it’s nice to have some variety.
Thanks to Monkey Man for hosting Flash Fiction each week.
The photo prompt is from Willow who each week hosts Magpie Tales
Play me
listen to those low tones
that come from my heart
a depth only you can produce
***
Play me
each finger has a special place
knows the inner core
of my being
***
Play me
to your dying day
hear the soft sweetness
of love we share
***
Play me
as you lean into me
and I into you
we make the sweetest
Music
This picture is a poetry photo challenge from my friend Charles Martin. This photo is a man who has had a long, loving life as a jazz player. Hear the Bass’ words, feel fingers produce beauty as they together make music.
That certain song
song from the past
takes me back
to a feeling
when life was fast
***
Back to
those wild days
my memories revert
those boys
their so crazy ways
***
He was in the Navy
magical eyes of blue
Weir wolves of London
the song we knew
***
There was the athlete
sports car good looks
“Round About” by Yes
blared
while we cooked
***
Then there was
“too hot”
what more could I say
“Sultans of Swing” – the Mustang
carried me away
***
Finally the man
who stole my heart
loved jazz
to him it was art
***
George Winston
the master
seasons said it all
one was my favorite
we married in the Fall
Photo: Stevecardman
License- Creative Commons
Sayling Away
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
Books by author Diana Coombes
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
my humanity in written form
Experiments in Creative Writing, and more ....
Poetry by Mich
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Everyday musings ....Life as I see it.......my space, my reflections and thoughts !!
From Board Books to Clean YA
Cherishing the Past while Celebrating the Present
FROM ONE PARENT TO ANOTHER
penned in moon dust 