Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Tag: Music
Listening Words
April’s stillness, ruffled by a hum of The distant drone of a circular saw The pressing winds of moving cars The drift of a child’s laughter Sound is a field of words Image entitled “Motion”.
My Father’s Mouse
—-“Is it her singing that enchants us or is it not rather the solemn stillness enclosing her frail little voice?” -Franz Kafka I know the place he visits…those melodies. Songs like children that make sure you never forget your heart. I’ve tangled with them,… Continue Reading “My Father’s Mouse”
Her Voice
She had her voice and it was buried deep inside in a place so sacred, so lonely. Only occasional tears that sprung up within the course of a life could witness it in raw form. When she sang, she camouflaged it with a myriad… Continue Reading “Her Voice”
Free Jazz
There are shapes to melodies Found in sequences In our hands and voices. We move them First as children, Awkward Matured into organic Adulthood To stretch harmony Into a testimonial Of the connective And the disconnect We kiss To alleviate Our songs…… Last… Continue Reading “Free Jazz”
Motion Detector
We come with a penumbra A lighter ring around the internal Within the greater external An outer fuzziness of contact That communicates an abstract Unstable in its assumptions Rewarded for its divinations It detects movement, motion Perceives, discerns, distinguishes Identifies, classifies, establishes Bound with… Continue Reading “Motion Detector”
Decomposed
You’re a traveler for the sound of wings. Its organic, magnetic, comforting flutter Eases you, resolves you, melts you into consonance Whose song sings the thing, that lies…. within The rhetoric of freeways, That stripe of sound Dividing you into directions all around … Continue Reading “Decomposed”
The Day The Music Died And They Were Singing
This town’s Elvis cannot strum a note Even while the doughnut king Leaves him plenty of strokes Many go looking for the him During the nighttime shanghai But these ghost-like hijacks Excite only hipsters and bruisers—and Cute, off-hour baristas Wearing their best lattes To… Continue Reading “The Day The Music Died And They Were Singing”
The Grand Piano
These notes are chromatic Tumbling up and down Mere half-steps Semitones are impossible My fingers cannot Slip between keys Into a dampening effect Of felt touching felt My foot twitches Upon metal pedals To sustain, to soften This melody I’ve chosen Is a… Continue Reading “The Grand Piano”
A Score To Settle
We share the intros Melodies, harmony and noise Along the loud life…enough To vibrate the moon Shake a star loose While all our faults And splits of passion Deepen beneath our feet Buzzing between brackets Of time signatures, rattling keys Propping up our city… Continue Reading “A Score To Settle”
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