Sweetbread

Sweetbread

A Poem by Pete
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The birds I heard today, which, fortunately, did not come within the scope of my science, sang as freshly as if it had been the first morning of creation. - Thoreau

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an off-the-grid, electric guitar ululated
a bass was plucked like the low-hanging, humble fruit of barry white's adam's apple
ivories giggled and squirmed as they were tickled
a resiny saxophone was nearly out of breath
trumpets pulled down their pants and shined their brass
the percussion seemed perplexed
as cymbals veered off the road and crashed whilst naughty drums of bondage were spanked
a singer chanted like a lark
and a keyboard jingled the keys of tonality, both light and dark

happiness disguised
discord chastised
history revised
everyone and everything hypnotized and mesmerized
reality marginalized and spirits elevated
cases impeccably and eloquently stated

all this in my head
whilst i sat in the park
trees spruced up in their finest bark
squirrels breakdanced
the seagulls and i nourished and fed
with a daily ration of

sweet, liberating bread



© 2021 Pete


Author's Note

Pete
“Men profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence in their opinions and lives that they have heard it.” - Thoreau

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I imagine you in that park with this cacophony of music in your head. What interesting and amazing sounds from all those different instruments. Some novel imagery here Pete. Made me smile.

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

1 Month Ago

thanks chris. nothing better than an outdoor concert (mine being portable) ... :)
Sounds like a wonderful experience, almost mystical. Still, I don't like the thought of being mooned by anybody, trumpets included.

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Pete

1 Month Ago

lol. well it is a park in a not so nice city so one must be open to all possibilities. at least i .. read more
To truly listen...truly listen is an art :) So is to feel that music and live for it. You Pete, have a wonderfully, vibrant gift of visualisation :)

Posted 1 Month Ago


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Pete

1 Month Ago

thank you dearest ruth.

“Music is perpetual, and only the hearing is intermittent.".. read more

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