tom mc quade


Sunghe - Poem by tom mc quade

you played a cello on the fire escape
while i painted on the rooftop
our best poems were written on the listless shades
the narrow daybed held our best dreams at night
..you taught me never to discuss art
for art to be remarkable, you said
it first must learn to suffer,
its own quiet company
and you introduced me to the fishermen
those who never caught a thing
you said, throw back the catch
and paint the canvas over
until like Jonas, your vision is swallowed whole
and i turned and looked over my shoulder
hoping again you would be there
but you left with your cello long ago
and boarded the boat with the fisherman
you sit in that old pilot house
and, as you did with me
you look patiently over his shoulder
...while he plunders the mistaken depths
of his soul.


Comments about Sunghe by tom mc quade

  • (12/27/2011 9:15:00 PM)


    Dear Tom, this poem takes me to all different places and plays with my heart on different planes of emotions much like a cello- your poem speaks like a well chosen classical piece of music that soars within my soul. (Report) Reply

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  • (2/13/2010 11:51:00 PM)


    A flawless exposition from a craftsman. It reminded me of an ornate ship in a bottle. (Report) Reply

  • (2/5/2010 4:09:00 AM)


    Beautifully, remarkably... will be not a sin if I will tell, that I - for, art for arts..... 10.....
    Tsira
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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 5, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 16, 2010


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