lose myself in puccini’s tragic
la boheme
and earthy soprano voice
of the divine diva
maria callas
alas to sleep--to dream
that i am the tenor poet rodolfo
to maria’s dying mimi
i throw myself
across her death bed
cry my final cry
mimi mimi
the curtain falls
with a bang
to a thousand screams of rodolfo
wide awake
Sorry I missed this poem last week, I wasn't on AD much, but this is definitely a case of better late than never - gorgeous!
John
She truly had a divine voice,you have good taste
in diva's and music;-)
Eileen
Cryssa
Marie Callas; there has never been one like her and perhaps never will.
Blessings J'nia
Exceptionally penned . . . BRAVO!!
Best regards,
Lance
Be always safe,
Karen
maria meneghini callas
singing with fluid ornamentation
known for her dramatic intensity
and the ability to move upon the heart
of those willing to imbibe her
affecting the
sentiences of a fluent writer,
a man
eloquent-
facile-
silver-tongued-
never loquacious
or constrained-
Nicely expressed ...
That was really dramatic Gene, I thank my lucky stars I can sleep well...
Much Love To You
Peace, Love & Poetry
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
It's 4;30 am..can'tseep ..and i found this [go figure] maybe I'll put on some music......at least you could write,nicely
StanN
wonderful music in this poetry Gene...
John
Love the poem but can't stand Callas. Her scratchy tones would wake the dead. Cheers! Liz
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.