The Other Side of the Moon
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
Sometimes, one just has to resurrect the great, the immortal sounds of music beyond description.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
The Other Side of the Moon
Odin Roark
Pink
Oh Pink
Such a reality
Yes
I’ll breathe in the air
Won’t be afraid to care
So much to inhale
Black
Murky
Clear
Translucent
All
All
Rolling strings
Brushes caressing the heads
Anonymous voices
Vibratory echoes
Guitar vibes never ending
All there
Our transport
To the other side
Never stop the music
Infuse the clear air
Giving plain air guts
Love
Insight
Your vibes
My vibes
C’mon
Doesn’t get any better
Those voices in the distance
Wanting so much
Just to be heard
Forever
Lather the strap
Shave the excess
Render the recess bells glorious
We’re out on your playground
Gilmour and Waters
Even on your own
Genius knows immortality
Still so sublime
Strings ever present
Never the echo will fade
Never the voices of old
Young in the past
It’s all the same
Just passion in words
And sound
Ageless
Listen…
Only in the minds of the unconscious
Will their sound fade…
Love’s language forever an enigma
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My favorite is, "Another Brick in the Wall," but "The Dark Side of the Moon" ain't bad either. And a group called Brit Floyd is touring so that we can all experience those vibes again. Musical genius you are describing in your poem comes along infrequently, but can stay with us forever in its many reincarnations.
Ron
budd
Will such music ever be written again? C'mon Breathe.
I have always loved that quirky, alternative perspective, and here, you have added your own colours to the vast spectrum.
Rx