As it is national poetry day in the UK here is a poem of mine. Oops! Poetry day isn’t until October, I’m jumping the gun! Anyway my confusion made me post so all’s well and good.
Amadeus Mozart is the quintessential prodigy-genius. Along with Beethoven and JS Bach, he is regarded as among the greatest composers of all time. When he was on his death bed Mozart had the score of his last Requiem at hand. In fact there is a painting showing assembled friends and family round his bed singing the Requiem! He was 35 when he died on 5 Dec 1791; the exact location of his burial is unknown.
Listening to Mozart
I place the CD in its tray press play and settle down
to listen my mind wanders off-key wonders
about greatness and perfect sonata form
how to value time spent here soon
otherworldly strains startle me into the sufficient Now
but soon too soon cat’s paws claw at the window pane
now I fall out of the moment’s grasp wonder if his cat
scratched at windows too. . .
on and on the wandering goes an hour or more
since I passed a dead cat on the street
now I measure deaths of great and small remember
his death-breath whispered drumbeat of his last score
Splendid poem!
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I live in London and hope to go to some of the events being organised by the Poetry Society.
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2 Oct – we will have some readings in the Lit & Phil in Newcastle.
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