'2010/01/29 Incandescent Poem by Margaret Alice
'2010/01/29 Incandescent
The violins joining the trumpet in Il Silenzio
draw long, incandescent lines of shimmering
notes like bubbly white lace around the wrists
and necks of old-fashioned Victorians, I taste
sweet delight in my mouth while my soul vibrates
in alignment with this unearthly music switching
on magic lanterns in the wasteland of my mind…
A mind that can absorb and appreciate and accomodate the melodious nuances you speak of, becomes melodious and beautiful as well, in it's ability to appreciate. references to a wasteland, may be an ode, or deference to the incoming beauty, but even in a wasteland, the power is in the land. (But I know not of what I speak) Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed your enjoyment!
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5/5/2024 7:15:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Even I get confused about that'waste land'....but I can thoroughly enjoy the lilt of music there...indeed enjoyable...thank you