Song of My Soul
a song plays gentle on my mind
its melody curious a solemn blend
bold as “entrance of the gladiator”
dreamy as a Stephen Foster piece
crashing cymbals snare drum rat tat
harpsichord brass and kettle drum
fife Stradivarius guitar and bassoon
and the lyrics my life’s endless riddle
no rhyme nor reason all out of season
a piccolo player’s emotions stirring
within the soul of a concert pianist
without a conductor a band of thieves
lifted abilities and desires with impunity
errant paths yet I never sought immunity
another societal rapscallion loosed
harmlessly stirring imaginations
fears of the anxious I piqued overtly
a song plays gentle on my mind
won’t you join me all you misfits
revelers poets and artists
07/17/2010
Jon Michael Willey
Sheila
Regis
This is beautiful and clever and musical and you have even managed
to slip in humor. Rapscallion is one of my favorite words. Can't
imagine anyone not smiling.
Did I mention the images s i n g? That the poem tantalizes all the
senses?
Multiply Yes to infinity.
I have a friend who is a flutist, as well as a writer. Can't wait to show this to her. (Her name is Barbara Kenyon. I am telling you
because I have heard & saw an excerpt from the memoir she is writing and recording. Part flute, part prose, part poetry, all woven into a unique and colorful tapestry. Symphony an apter metaphor. I predict it will be a huge hit.)
Encore! ENCORE!!!
xOx Phyllis xOx
Ron
Count me in your band of misfits...I will feel right at home. Splendid writing Jon Michael.
peace and love, Carole~
Top going!
Is it ok for this misfit to play his Jew's-harp? -gene.
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo
And as for me I'm in ~ jazz cello and barefoot dancing!
Blessings,
Christine
Thank you for the mention, My Friend, I'm honoured.
John
Love and Blessings,
Christine
Bless your soul JON! Jasmin Horst
Dancing & Singing & Making Musical Noise
Marching On
Vickie
fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.