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to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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14 December 2016

I Can Hear the Music

Behind the high fence
he plays his radio loud.
In the late afternoon sun,
gone from hot to warm,
I'm happy to listen unseen
to music I also like.

The wall of sound is dense.
I feel like one of the crowd
at a live concert – not here alone
in sprawling ease. To him
I'm invisible, unheard. My garden
is over the fence. He won't look.

It would make no sense
to him that my tastes are broad.
Advanced years like mine
enjoying hard rock, he can't fathom.
'Boyo,' I think, 'My generation –
we're the ones who invented rock!'

I restrain the urge to dance.
At the same time, I'm glad
that lively impulse hasn't gone.
Instead I unearth a poem;
it gives a cheeky grin
as it chooses the shape to take.


Written for Poets United's Midweek Motif ~ Music.

26 comments:

  1. ah...music does stir us up and even helps discover our old self...so true...a fine and happy poem...

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  2. I love this. And I hope you change your mind and start dancing. He needs to know/see what's really inside you.

    This poem makes me want to come over and have a play date with you. :)

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    1. I do dance. But it would take more than that to wake up this particular neighbour. And no, he doesn't need to know – so long as I do.

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  3. Old rockabilly chicks never die !:)

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    1. Listen to Rall, Rosemary---she knows! :)

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    2. I'm sure she does. And I''m also sure I'm quite a bit older than her!

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  4. I love that cheeky grin and the tumbling down of stereotypes over the fence.. keep on dancing! ;)

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  5. A wonderful moment to capture! I relate to every bit of it including the "secret" appreciation of development in something I feel my generation created. Haha. I have neighbors who barely speak to this old one, but their music does. Wonderful poem.

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  6. Such a beautiful moment captured magnificently in such few words!!❤️

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  7. it gives a cheeky grin
    as it chooses the shape to take.
    ... can almost see that poem!!

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  8. Love this. Yes, the young may never suspect that the music within us doesn't age.

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  9. I loved the way you have captured this beautiful moment. The poem made me smile :)

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  10. I LOVE this poem, with its cheeky grin! And yes, we did invent rock!!!! I'm glad the urge to dance is still there - you need not resist! I can still do a lick or two across my tiny room, LOL.

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    1. Oh, I do still dance at times, don't worry!

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  11. Love this, the form and words capture the experience and your mood and thoughts so well

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    1. I'm very glad of that, Linda. In composition, it was quite hard to fit these ideas within the constraints.

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  12. Thank you for letting us enjoy one of your moments.

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  13. Luv the privately borrowed music and the inspiration it stirs

    Happy Wednesday

    Much love...

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  14. At the same time, I'm glad
    that lively impulse hasn't gone

    It is nice to be able to enjoy good music. It makes one feel so young again!

    Hank

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  15. This made me smile, Rosemary. Ah, you should have just kicked up your heels and danced, boldly danced!!

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  16. You are lucky undeed if you have a neighbour whose music you enjoy.

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    1. It is indeed fortunate, as he plays it at all hours !

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  17. Whistle a happy tune....I'm glad you hear music in your garden.

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  18. Turning the urge to dance into a poem! Love it Rosemary! Hugs!

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