Strange Notes





cold egg breakfast

antiwar songs

classless...outrage

pathos down on the hill



strange pains

strange places

burning forearms



a day late

and a dollar short



...

Today I visited ...

after I sorted ... 

a bag of ...  

I forget where it is



I can’t remember the light --

Moon took me by surprise.

I hear the chord strike slow vision,

Beneath the hum of the day.

I will make it another day

Through the epiphany of the ordinary.



“... on the scene. 

What's good or bad doesn't matter to me; 

what does matter is feeling and not feeling.

... You've got to know much more 

than just the technicalities of notes; 

you've got to know 

what goes between the notes. “



Jimi Hendrix



Between the notes

The lights went on

Went off



That wind is

Blowing in my heart



I can’t hear the dark

Settling 

Anymore.

Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 08/02/2022 03:43AM by petersz.

This is an interesting piece, Peter. Nature/God sometimes reminds us of our mortality and our inherent tendencies to not see the whole picture.

What I take from this is that the world is infinite, we are finite and what lies between the notes defines the rest.

By the way I did read your other poem, but I don't really know what to say about it.

Les

Edited 3 time(s). Last edit at 08/02/2022 04:01PM by les712.

That's cool. That's always alright, to not know what to say about something. Thanks for acknowledging it, though, Les. I like what your take is on this one, also. Some days, I'm just struggling with my human thing, watching guitar music or not.

amo,

Peter

wonderfull read peter
hugs Gouwe

Gouwerijn

My moto's Those who ask question shall know answers.:>>> wie vraagt wie weet. Those who darenot ask shall never know. ::>>> wie niet vraagt wie niet weet.

Thanks, Gouwe,

Peter