Poem -
" UPON AN OLDEN HARP "
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There once they ran
Gliding, as does the wave
Bleeding fingertips
Sitting alone one day
All alone, the attic
Dusting off the strings
Marking on the side
"Of the I sing"
Song sung by my hands
Never knowing how
Ever knowing why
Sweating from the brow
A dream, a concert hall
Crying, alone on stage
Blood and sweat, I did recall
The ambulance, that stole it
All away...
There once they ran
Alone again I dream
Of the day I can
Hear my fingers sing
See them bleed
Trickle over
"Of the I sing"...
Tony Taylor. (Chicago)
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Comments
Really running out of superlatives for your work !!!!
:) You have a gift and you use it ! Thanks for being there and giving me the enjoyment of reading your poems.
Take care my friend. :)
Thanx so much Sir Richard!!......... hey ~ just having your ink on my page is enough my friend............. nothing more is EVER needed from you............ seriously............. smiles............T xo
:) All the best to you !!!
Hey t I can relate. Not so much with a harp but coming home from school and listening to my music to drown out the stress from a bad day . Music has a way of lifting our spirts and music for a sober mood . Great write and wording . Cheers rock
Thanx Rock!!......I agree with you wholeheartedly........can't tell you many vinyl albums I wore out after school..........a little Steely Dan or some Aerosmith after school always brought me out of my funk.......thanx for this...........smiles..........T xo