Tuesday, 21 December 2010

Songs and the years' turnings

The ends of coldest winters
Turn the stars over shadowed forms
Crouched low in pits

And harps are playing
As we stand the frosty voice
Begins to sing

"All music is but mathematics
Even to those tunes on crystal glasses"
Full of hope

Our music fills
With copious notes
Adds to the sums of nothings
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gw2010
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3 comments:

  1. P K Padhy22 December 2010 at 05:14

    The poem is full with imageries. It is philosophical in expression:

    All music is but mathematics
    ............
    Adds to the sums of nothingness.
    Beautifu poetic style.

    Warmly

    P K Padhy, Ph.D
    Rajahmundry, India
    http://pkpadhy.blogspot.com

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  2. Gwil W22 December 2010 at 07:32

    P K Padhy, a warm welcome to my blog and thank you for leaving your comment. My return visit soon.
    Gwilym

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  3. Gwil W22 December 2010 at 08:59

    P K Padhy, I will join you at 4 Seasons. There are old friends over there. Thanks for the jog.

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