The Fifty Cent Tour

Sunday, December 12, 2010

beacon hill, late sunday afternoon



rene foran ~ 2010


piano music
drifted lightly
 from the window
perfuming the air 
 before joining together
with cobblestone quicksteps
i stood outside of the gate
charmed and disarmed
my uncultured ear
 could not name the tune,
what era it was from,
or which composer
still, it welcomed me
as if i were
 a long lost friend


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22 comments:

  1. What beautiful imagery..both in your words and your image..it really lifted me up in the tune! Jae

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  2. Wonderfully written and a pleasure to read.

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  3. Music's like that...if you like it, it likes you. Love the picture, as well. :-)

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  4. Music drifting ... doesn't get better!

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  5. Music does not care how cultured you are. I wants only to love you. To make your ears jump. Like a good lover.

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  6. What a great thought, that one-off limits--could be included by the music, which drifted over the boundary. I loved this poem and your picture as well.

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  7. Sweet. I got the warmth off the bricks, standing outside that window, listening to that. Mmm, mmm.

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  8. This is so lovely. I've experienced a similar situation myself once and it's a wonderful experience. :-)

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  9. what a nice poem - I too found myself charmed and disarmed!

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  10. Lovely. Love the photo with this!

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  11. sounds like you found the place to be...catch the rhythm...

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  12. very nice. I enjoyed "music perfumed the air" and I was right in step when you said you knew nothing of the music only that you enjoyed it. nice writing

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  13. Love to wander past, stopping for a moment to listen, to 'try' and identify the soft sounds... then meander on to the next.

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  14. Great flow - musical. Keep 'em coming.

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  15. Standing outside, listening to strands of piano music- delightful Sunday afternoon

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  16. This is a superb composition. I love the shape of the poem and the way you captured the musical moment with such clarity.

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  17. I love when music takes me by surprise like that, like a hug from a long lost friend. Love "cobblestone quicksteps" and the perfume of music in the air...

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  18. and that's what beautiful music is all about isn't it? it welcomes us any way :)

    loved the write up... thanks for your visit :)

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  19. Really well done, in so many ways. I like the combination of the music and the sound of steps on the cobblestones, and so much more. When I read it aloud this is 'music to my ears' :o)

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  20. Sounds like the perfect Sunday afternoon treat!

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  21. I know how you feel about the sound of the piano, especially when heard in that type of an atmosphere. When I'm in the other room and my son is practicing in the living room, the sound of his playing is especially soothing.

    Great piece.

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  22. That photo is as great as the words.

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