Very interesting observation in this, Kenny. Homsoever...you are a rascal tweeking our brains with the last two lines. I got the "gnossiennes" (nonsense), but took a while for the "gymnopidies"...(giv'em no pities?) Now I've got to check for more cleverlies in your poetry!

with smiles in my inkwell...
Micke

kenny, as you aren't able to add or edit poems through web proxies you can always add your new poems as reviews of your own work that way your AD friends can see that you're still alive, poetically speaking... hehe, here goes -

Fuchsias

So in love with fuchsias
I moved to Kerry
and saw 'God's Tears'
as they are called in Irish
in almost every hedgerow.

If I can take you back to Kerry
so in love with hedgerows
you will be.

I got lost on the last two lines but I "feel" your poem so I'm okay to say that I can relate to it. Wonderful stuff, kenny. Love and peace to you, my friend,

Regis

The man's music did seem to breathe life into the barest corners of a room, as if to make even casual listens analyze the course of their lives much like he wrote his musical themes.

From one who adores "thinking" music, thanks a zillion Bro. Kenny,
cynth'ya lewis reed

excellent characterization ...

i'm not familiar but i will be by next week

So there I was reading Dan Franck's BOHEMIAN PARIS, which states on page 260: "In the evening, Erik Satie, who had come on foot from Arcueil on the outskirts of Paris, sat down at the piano to play some works with resolutely Dada-ish titles: Melodies to Make you Run Away; Lopsided Dances; Secular and Sumptuous Verses; Truly Flaccid Preludes for a Dog."

And then along came your brilliantly reflective poem:-)
Aberjhani