Listening With You Tonight to a Mozart Sonata
Listening With You Tonight to a Mozart Sonata Somehow Makes Me Think of When I was Very Young
I am minded
of the bell metaled gleam that welled
those so-gold-that-they-
were-purple cups
at Patty and Susie’s–the important
things–
the pale smell of mown lawn, greened
knees–
the scree
of yet another hill whose slippery stones
one managed (racing) to climb
when one was me and
you weren’t even you yet–my you–
unknown, but loved,
with every gilded swallow
and step-found stone–
in the way this run grows into
this other run
as symmetry turns
towards the sun;
in the way that blue rests.
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Very much of a draft poem, posted for With Real Toads Open Platform.
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ManicDDaily 
January 26, 2016 at 5:40 am
Ohh… lovely. Love how this starts with minded, instead of reminded. Sets a tone, you are on my mind. Really nice.
January 26, 2016 at 6:17 am
And the poem runs on beautifully … until it slows to rest. What a master of craft you are!
January 26, 2016 at 7:36 am
I really love the tone.. and
when one was me and
you weren’t even you yet–my you–
unknown, but loved,
I truly believe in this… does make me think of the seven blooms girls put under their pillow at midsummer night, to see the one they are too marry… maybe we all carry our future love within…
January 26, 2016 at 8:04 am
I am not sure of that! But it is a very sweet idea– thanks k
January 26, 2016 at 7:54 am
Just gorgeous k. I feel a bit of Cummings in the spirit of it, the title, that whimsical meeting of the lyric and the deeply felt. I especially love the way the poem is paced, a quick, fluid run through so many impressions and visuals that is nonetheless deep and true in every note. A beautiful love poem, not just of a person, but of a life.
January 26, 2016 at 8:04 am
Thanks. K.
January 26, 2016 at 9:32 am
I love that last line, with its musical meaning.
January 26, 2016 at 11:05 am
A pleasant rewind to those days of innocence which helped shape the destiny of where one is placed now. Very interesting take K
Hank
January 26, 2016 at 11:08 am
The pleasant rewind to those days of innocence which helped shape the destiny of where one is placed now. Very interesting take K
Hank
January 26, 2016 at 11:37 am
So much to love in this poem – the musical references, the memories, the sense of love in waiting.
January 26, 2016 at 3:03 pm
Nice portrayal of a relationship development here, K. “Unknown, but loved” is the way a lot begin.
The antithesis is also popular, ‘unloved, but known.’ I see quite a few elderly couples in their second marriages in this group.
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January 27, 2016 at 11:46 am
Oh, this is beautiful ….Oh I would love to hear this read out loud. It would make a wonderful soundcloud entry.
January 27, 2016 at 11:47 am
Thanks so much, Susie. k.
On Wed, Jan 27, 2016 at 11:46 AM, ManicDDaily wrote:
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January 27, 2016 at 12:45 pm
I love how this captures how the mind and memory works, this line esp. “you weren’t even you yet–my you–” exquisite
January 28, 2016 at 5:12 am
So lovely and delicate, like faint piano music coming from another room, sounding both like memory and fate on the soundboard of the heart. So well done.
January 28, 2016 at 7:29 am
Thanks so much, Brendan. K.
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January 28, 2016 at 4:34 pm
I love the way the poem stops here and there, having a breather before carrying on. 🙂
Greetings from London.
January 30, 2016 at 5:02 pm
reading this poem feels as if i’m falling into someone’s memory.
such a lovely write.