Concert Notes (Postcard to Somewhere)
Concert Notes
Oh how I wish you were here,
you with your owl-wink glasses
to see how the second violinists played
as if they were horses,
their instruments unmuted muzzles
that reared and nodded
beneath bow’s rein,
their hair like black manes flicked
against time,
their arms making quick
the air–oh how I wished
you were there,
hearing
the Mozart canter:
your hand then
as warm as the blood
of a living body
would have cupped mine, whispering
in the silent tongue of hands, so careful of
the sweet music.
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Sort of a drafty poem for Kerry O’Connor’s prompt on Real Toads to write a poem inspired by the idea of a postcard. I call this a draft as I’ve written a few different versions since last night and not sure about any of them. The pic, such as it is, also mine. All rights reserved.
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ManicDDaily 
July 30, 2016 at 9:00 am
Hi Karin,
For me this is almost like a flash of mood, a retelling of all the small things that invest our moments with nostalgia, wishing, desire. The details here give a sense of reality and genuineness that I can immediately feel. I wish my ‘drafts’ were this polished! Very nice job.
Steve K.
July 30, 2016 at 9:40 am
K,
This carries the feel of a post card with the wishes that they were there…but my favorite part is how you use the horses to describe the musicians. ..it really gives life to it…to them.
I was just down in Beaufort, nc and just off the coast are islands where wild horses live and as I walked kin the mornings I would see a particular family of three.
July 30, 2016 at 10:44 am
I imagine these wishes being sent from heart to heart, perhaps to one who has passed away and is missed, and remembered on certain occasions, such as a fine violin performance.. It is sadly sweet. I felt very moved in the reading it.
July 31, 2016 at 1:28 pm
Your drawings are wonderful ~ enhancing words I never tire of reading.
July 31, 2016 at 8:36 pm
Thanks so much, Helen!