Sonnet 1 - If I could paint a saxophone
by Marco Reynolds
Monday, May 26, 2014
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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This poem is about art, culture, death, and life.
I would place it in Brussels, at the Jewish museum.
Mlle. Victorine, an Empiress in a Matador
Her doves’ eyes open wide, her shape curved, not slim.
The melodies, I Believe by Zamir played forevermore,
If I could paint a saxophone.
Mourn under the enormous brass horn,
Three slain mist with cologne;
She hangs in all her vulnerability, with her maker, she will join.
She is framed in financial despair
Eviction, threats on her life;
In a depressed state, while child rearing with care,
This magnificent beauty hangs, despite pain and strife.
Stress fractures compound inevitably,
As the brass instrument hangs joyfully.
SONNET 1 – IF I COULD PAINT, A SAXOPHONE
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|Reviewed by jude forese
|a real tsunami of imagery|
|Reviewed by Robert Whitford
|As one would describe a painting or a series of quick pictures these lines hint at the curve of life, happiness, sadness and the ultimate end of life in joy. I did indeed enjoy this Marco. Well written. Bob|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Unique and quite interesting. Stretched my imagination.