Maestro

Maestro

A Poem by Jamila
"

Last Concerto.

"
Stage lights
dimmed
silk curtain
hung in
frown
audience
lost in vapo(u)rs
stillness
breathes no
sound
white eye
upon a lectern
unpassed baton
beside an
urn
with just the
mourning strains
of Chopin
weeping
a
last
nocturne.

© 2020 Jamila


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Jamila
Thanx for reading! :)

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A beautiful poem. When the songs end and never played again. We do weep for the music we cannot hear no-more. Thank you dear Jamila for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

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Jamila

1 Week Ago

Thanx so much, dear Coyote! Exactly, true. The songs and the song of our life. We weep and are wept .. read more
Coyote Poetry

1 Week Ago

I enjoyed this poem and you are welcome dear Jamila.
unpassed baton
beside
an urn

A memorial to Chopin. His music lives on after him. The audience here lost in his wonderful composition. I see and hear it clearly.

Never a surplus word with your work Jamila. You have a knack for bringing imagery to the forefront. I enjoy every poem you pen.

Chris

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Jamila

1 Week Ago

Thanx so much, dear Chris! I am glad you enjoyed this one. I am always grateful for your kindness an.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

You are welcome Jamila :)
I don't know if COVID-19 is the background for this one, but death is definitely the topic. The imagery is there: the stillness, the unpassed baton, the urn, "the mourning strains of Chopin" which are a nocturne. Not quite sure about the white eye, but the rest of it fits. This work may pertain to a particular person or to the thousands who have died and continue to die from this pestilence. I suddenly feel down. Need a merlot.

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Jamila

1 Week Ago

Thanx so much, dear John! Not really COVID related, this one, but the rest of your thoughts are well.. read more
I can hear those last haunting chords echoing round the silent theatre, Jamila, as the audience sit rapt with emotion and awe and sadness, the melancholy of that last symphony, , but the music lives on in the hearts and minds or those that were there to listen one last time, great poem :)

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Jamila

1 Week Ago

Thanx so much, gram! Your comments are right on the money. Thanx for reading and stopping by with yo.. read more
One of the last pieces of art I received is "Nocturne in blue" by Gary Jurysta that's an interesting coincidence yes, but more so because he just passed away about a month ago:( I have had the pleasure to know a few Maestros over the years and like the silent curtain call drawn in your poem they do so linger in the stillness of their expressions echoes. I will have to send you a picture of his artwork:) A nicely penned painting a present for my ponderance Jamila

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Jamila

1 Week Ago

Thanx so much, dear Robert! Quite a coincidence, yes! I'll be sure to check out that picture and swi.. read more
okay here am i lost in thought after reading this one...first of all, i love classical even though i am a rocker at heart...
i envision the final curtain, after the final encore, the audience sitting breathless, stunned at what they saw, stunned at how it is over...and time to go home, but they are left wanting more.
But the final encore being over is the final breath of the composer...and now the audience sits stunned that he is gone...no more music will come from this legendary talent...life is too short, the concert is too short...and we are left wanting more....much like I am left wanting more poetry from Plath and O'Hara and Sexton and Berryman and others who died with much more left to give.
love this piece.
j.

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Jamila

1 Week Ago

Thanx so much, dear J! I love your thoughts on this one! It's very much on point but also offering m.. read more
Such a sad write....the mourning of the death of an artist.....will his or her works carry on after death? Will people remember? Jamila, this is so emotional. Lovely. Lydi**

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Jamila

1 Week Ago

Thanx so much, dear Lydia! I am glad you enjoyed this one. Many thanx for the visit and appreciation.. read more

Mlle, these words you have pinned to this page will undoubtedly haunt me for the rest of today .. a most marvellous recital, perfectly poemed... Most deserving of the full marks I subsequently subscribe.. Neville

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Jamila

2 Weeks Ago

Thanx so much, Monsieur Neville! I curtsy for your appreciation of this poem! Many thanx for reading.. read more
Neville

1 Week Ago


you are most welcome :)
A dying artist feels the presence of death around him. Hoping for immortality through his art but yet he is as human as others. Sadly they die like others but their art lives on. His last performance is probably his saddest not the grand finale we believe it may be.

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Jamila

2 Weeks Ago

Thanx so much, dear Pearly! Your final line here sums up the poem in its entirety. It's especially r.. read more

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Tags: Poetry, maestro, orchestra, death, Chopin

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