"old melodies"
old melodies play at my conscious borders
on occasion retreating into musty seclusion
cataloged among the residents of my memories
the play of wine, withdrawing afternoon light
disloyal attendants conspiring digression
occasionally I nod submissive to recollection
‘til a breeze summons magic flutes mid the reeds
anew old melodies tiptoe softly into my ear
innocent melodies of my youth conciliating
the taste of yesterday’s wine revisits my tongue
whispering voices of the past accompany each tune
harmony emerges weighty with new meaning
old melodies swaying gently in my porch swing
summer wine and song too long gone, why nod
submissive into slumber when old melodies are playing
04/19/2010
Jon Michael Willey
Sheila
Deep, always deep is your poetry, teasing out the inherent wisdom of each line.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Ron
Exceptional piece..
Blessings,
vesna :)
Love Always,
Chanti Lace xoxoox
that's it, it exactly, for it's never the same
even if what's played is the same the hearing changes,
the mood and interpretation after more understanding
and more experience. Porch, sway, summer wine all part
of setting and memory and pure pleasure in this
fine, fine poem, Jon, My Friend.
This i save.
John
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Regis
You are a very musical poet, I hear a slow base sax playing, to the rhythm of your swing, the river slowly rolling by, Magnolia blossoms over your head, is it Gershwin .....Bless ya! Jasmin Horst
Utterly superb!
Happy Easter,
Eileen
but you just did. You take me back to the fine old melodies and
the taste of yesterday's wine. Thanks, my friend. -gene.
You've got this one right on and I listen to Frank Sinatra or Ella more often than anything else really, those two great sages :)
(Like you, also a sage!)
A Really Happy Easter,
Christine
Happy Easter and Blessings,
Christine
Cheers,
Dan
The classics are always the best.
Thank you Jon.
~W~