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" DADDY'S SAXAPHONE"

" DADDY'S SAXAPHONE"

The lone saxophone
Lost
In the forest
Wails a sustained C major
Echoing
Like waterfalls and the wind
Tickling the baby squirrels
In the tops of trees
And bringing a single tear
To the little girl
Dreaming to herself
About her father's saxophone
And why it is
That here
Among the trees of the forest
That she remembers him
So clearly
And feels ~ like the baby squirrels
Are tickled
And loved
On the treetops wind
Just as she is
On this most musical
And unusual
Afternoon....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)

 

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Bradford

Hey t I love this write . The picture and your words take me away to the story you are telling. Well done all stars hrl

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Tony Taylor

Hardrocklover!!.........thanx for this bro..........especially for pointing out the pic!!.........took me forever to find that ~ don't you hate it when that happens!?..........anyway, thanx again........see ya around the pages!........T xo

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Louise Carroll

Great write as always Tony.  Inspiring and very much enjoyed. xx hugs. 

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Lucas Lazar

Between the evening twilight lights a sad girl recalls his beloved father in one c sharp major out of an invisible saxophone, in the poem by Tony melancholy is given by a musical instrument, but those echoes of voices, shadows and smells are the language of all those loved ones who still love and who love us free from the boundaries of time and space , Tony says:

“El solitario saxofón perdido en el bosque gime un DO sostenido mayor haciéndose eco entre las cascadas y el viento del atardecer, y haciendo cosquillas a los bebés de las ardillas, mientras una sola lágrima de una niña sueña con el saxofón silencioso de su padre”

Apart from being a feeling love is also an energy that never dies, when falls the afternoon if we focus attention you can hear voices and melodies that long ago ceased to sound, love creates ties that even death cannot separate.

A door squeaking, snapping in the empty bedroom, a greater or a c sharp, a laugh or a tear glitter are the voices of those who on the other side of the glass look, feel and love us.

The explosion of color painting reflects to perfection that universe of voices and sounds that when we feel sad, lost, or alone, encourage us to walk.

A hug, I do not disecciono a poem, (LOL), I simply read it and treated it I get excited with the interpretation.

Who has not heard the evening the familiar sound of someone beloved that we lost long ago?

-o-o-

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Georgina Richardson

I can picture this scene beautifully because you have written it so well. The Sax has always been my favourite musical instrument T` and I`m amazed that we have that in common. Well done for another beautiful write. I have a sax here at home! it is a beautiful ornament because sadly I can`t play it, but I love listening to people who can play them. Soul music is a big favourite of mine along with the Beatles ofcaurse!! The picture is wonderful, I love it.

I love you too Beasty

G xx

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