Thursday, June 25, 2015
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Original Poem,
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poem about death,
poems,
poetry,
poetry about death
The Final Song
He died with
His accordion open,
His hands keeping
It such as he
Laid on his back
Staring at the ceiling
With unseeing eyes.
As the police
Looked down at him,
Trying to decipher
The cause of death
The accordion snapped
Shut.
It was as though
It was the final
Act, the final
Goodbye from the
Music man.
The ME tutted,
Pushing aside the
Police officers, trying
Unsuccessfully to
Appear unshaken.
He crouched down
Beside the man,
The music man and
He listen to his
Song.
It had a catchy
Melody that went
In time with the
Beat of a now
Still heart.
It swayed and pulled,
Dipped and flowed
And ascended like
A prima donna,
Up and up and up
Till it crested
And all was revealed.
The music man
Was dead,
His heart had given up
And his song
Came to an end.
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18 comments:
Wonderful and elegiac!
It is sad when one's life and one's song comes to an end. The accordian is forever stilled!
Your poem made me wonder whether this man was a homeless who played the accordion so that he could eat. Your poem is a good tribute to the people we hear but seldom really look at.
When a person's life comes to an end.. the song carries forward their essence.
Beautifully penned!
Lots of love,
Sanaa
i wonder if he wanted such an end...his staring unseeing eyes are haunting..
In a way, I think, his song carries on past him. Haunting but well-penned :)
This has a nice rhythm to it....the flow of the story and the telling of the man's last song.
I love that he died playing his instrument and singing hissong. There is no finer way to go.
we have to take time to listen to a song that a person carries.
Love this tribute to the dead musician (even if I find accordion music hard to love)
i think his songs will still play.. perhaps he died doing what he does best - music
It is sad when our song is done and can no longer be sung....
Like your story. Just enough mystery to make the reader hesitate and wonder,
Elizabeth
I like poems which are stories too.
Sad yes, but what a way to go doing what he loved best.
Did it come to an end or was it kept alive by another - i think perhaps the latter ;)
Wonderful job connecting life and music in a unique way.
Very interesting... unfortunately the graphic was missing in my browser?? Regardless I enjoyed the piece.
ZQ
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