Caladonian Euphony

When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. - Thoreau

woo-woo-wooing in noveau, gaelic ways

traveling nights and sleeping days 

strumming steel strings and rolling rocks

pumping up the sheer volume of woolen socks

with naive intellects and keen insights

interminably young

we had forever

no need to wipe away tears

they were such good years

they belonged to us and we to them

bursting onto the scene like a spotlighted flower on an archaic stem

pounding the percussion of a phantasmagoric placebo

it was our church without stained glass

a steeple into the stratosphere

an endless overpass

a sanctuary

a holy temple

an obtuse religion

separating us from an atomic grid and allowing us to live acoustically

oblivious to a dungareed era's politics

a timeless strain

a gilded age

the world our stage

hieronymusly up on stilts

all we had to do was raise our kilts

and sing along

to a heartfelt, immortal song

Author's Note

"The pleasure we feel in music springs from the obedience which is in it." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

One of a cultures more defining qualities is its music. The moment the first strains of an anthem are played the hearts and minds of a people are stirred to pride. This poem speaks of that nature. Thank you Pete for sharing your art.

[Pete]

music speaks volumes even the voice of a nation. interesting take. thank you for sharing thoughts carlos ... :)