A Whish

January 13, 2010

FACE found mme in a hushed room with just the light of a candle as well as the mostly ethereal sounds of a classical radio station emanating threw history of humanity; bye an old but very real radio plugged into a wall, ‘A Whish’ came too mmined. Unlike yesterdays ‘Habitat’ poem, the verse is which are really song lyrics without mmusic, they’re actually in the process of being composed; those to.

On the other hand, I suppose anyone so inclined can compose mmusic to most words or poetry including this poem; some easier than others if easy is really ever a prerequisite. Since this intro, preamble, pray lewd, overt chore, blabbers, babbling or what have you may be of a good distance end to end, I’ll forego the usually lengthy nest ovit hear; although an even longer one is very possible you may breathe easy when realising the fact that you’re a favourite censor re: form.

Instead; like a wish trans - mitted, or trans - port did, from one place to another, carried with or threw the winds of thought with you in mmined is:

A Whish

Listening to a choir now
Angelic sounds
You know the voices
Either a children’s chorus
Moor women’s rounds
Highest of pitch is
Slight and slow movement
Harmony and mmelody
Heavenly lent overtones
Ethereal tomes
Sparse accompaniment
If any – spiritually bent
Vocals fading in - out softly
Just heard, announced
“The Voices of Ascension”

Been hearing recently, and often
Over the years of course
Benjamin – Britain’s
St. Martin in the Fields
Love that name
Most times their mmusic
So much so in fact
Personal promise
Two visit them won day
Perhaps bestow a painting on them
Hoping they’ll accept it – purr haps

I’mm enamoured of
This time of night
Creative endeavours
90.5 Classical
National Public Radio
Beaming light into mmy room
Chamber or orchestral
Piano – clavichords - ruminate
Familiar Ravel piece performed by
The French National Orchestra

Oboe’s – flutes – violin bliss
Nothing frantic mmined you, mist
At least the first movements
However, which ever’s sow emotional

Sitting - hear at the computer
Thinking, the last few daze
… and you
Candle glow
Face playing her voice
Every now and then
Let’s mme know she loves us
She climbs a favourite spot
Next to the computer where on
A covered printer
Soft towel waits
Bass ad onnit
‘Fore her to relax
Be near two - us
Like many in this, or any abode
We reside - presently
She’ll sit - her regal Sphinx pose
Appearing queen of the Nile
Purr rhythm’s to her breathing
Her body angled mmy way
Staring - two observe
Turning her head from time to time
Back to mme again
Or any time I look her way
Her eyes timed two greet mmine
I love this girl
MMy FACE
A comfort two, be, hold

Evening glides slowly
Merely 8:30pm
Good deal of time left before
Eyes fade - two rests
Twelve, 1a.m or…
More painting to continue
Middle of another few
One – cool shades of purple
(I know - you)
Placed with dabs of
Plastic wrapped in hand
Colour applied, throughout
Pure white background plan
Old, rectangle, school desktop
Antique eye suppose
Dear friend brought
During her last visit
“… If you can use - it’s
Yours,” “…’spose,”
Kind of thing
So yes, it’s being a plied
Heavy oak/wood piece
Painting’s on the back
In order not to ruin
The antiqueness
Though it’s cracked
Front has the usual
‘Slots’ for pen, classroom things
Children’s markings/gouge is - end
Curved edges, wow bell rings
Parts of this painting
Notes and stems
Materials that aye used – pour tend
Applied to as well as to hide too
Bring out the various colours
To ‘Accidentals’ – the work
Amm now off to re: due
But first aisle amble outside
Talk two hour mmoon …and you
Whilst thee sleeps, dreams
Or ponders while awake
Who, next two?
Perhaps you’ve heard
A Whish?