A Poem About Miracles Poem by Alden Nowlan

A Poem About Miracles

Rating: 2.8


Why don't the records go blank
the instant the singer dies?
Oh, I know there are explanations
but they don't convince me
I'm still surprised
When I hear the dead singing
As for orchestra's
I expect the Instruments
To fall silent one by one
as the musicians succumb
to cancer and heart disease
so that toward the end
I turn on a disc
labelled Gotterdammerung
and all that comes out
is the sound of one sick old man
scraping a shaky bow
across an out-of-tune fiddle.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 11 July 2020

I turn on a disc labelled Gotterdammerung and all that comes out is the sound of one sick old man scraping a shaky bow across an out-of-tune fiddle. A very fine poem. tony

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Alden Nowlan

Alden Nowlan

Stanley, Nova Scotia
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