If music ‘be the food of love, I’d play
The organ to enchant the world with sound…
If only my fingers didn’t feel like clay
And if the right melody could be found…
But all my efforts sound just like grinding,
Empty noises that only monkeys make,
Would-be pleasure turns to agonising,
As my labours turn into “big mistake”.
I was “grinding” the organ when above,
Into a frame, a monkey came along,
Shook his head and said: “Quickly off you shove,
You are the monkey… and I am the song”…
© P. J. Oszmann (2002)
©Illustration: Photomontage created in Photoshop (2002)
The illustration is a sneak photo of “yours truly” grinding the organ…
which was the inspiration for writing the verse…
The monkey in the frame was superimposed on the original colour etching…
The monkey grinding the organ… is the original monkey… yours truly…
Pat (Also from the early thirties.
Music flows through "The Organ Grinder and the Monkey", and the words poetize the pictures.
"The Organ Grinder and the Monkey" is a poem to enrich the bank of Poetry.
Andre Emmaunel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Thanks for the sneak peek, finally!! and this wonderful and delightful fun poem.
I love this. it just sings. This poem of song shows companionship friendship and fun. It's Great!
Thank You for this big smile!(c:)
Tracey xooxox
Don't be so depreciating--you know you love it! :) Play away, Organ Grinder! And please, keep writing more of these entertaining little vignettes of your life. :)
BRAVO, my friend! At least you can play! NOT ME!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
LOVE the pic :) I knew you were the one in blue with the friendly hair (it's waving to everybody). :)