Oh, grey stone steps! My steps are grey;
They heave like schoolboys from their play
When duty, duty, duty, calls
To “brighten lives” in Hades’ halls.
Their lino path invades my shoes;
Its disinfectants now suffuse
My squeamish toes, but measured pace
Seeks out the chair. The audience waits.
A faded circle: knitting, shawls
And blankets shuffle—time now crawls
And settles into atrophy
As, shallow-breathed, I sound a key.
This note-struck hour now adds itself
To sighing streams of time which swell
Past bleary eyes that bloat with tears
And shout at slowly shutting ears.
Stripped to the lip-read sound of noise,
This young and strong and destined voice
Must gentle now to songs of yore
That echo down love’s corridor.
Must stroke and soothe and smile—but, Stop!
What floating muse impels her up?
Urgent, she battles Wheelchair’s clutch:
Rises, surprises me with touch!
Recalling love, her arms wrap round
This startled beau. Thumbs tap: she sounds
The years on me, lifts chin and heart
And cocks her arms for Charleston start!
Tia Azulay Feb94-27Feb07
Copyright © 1994, 2007 Tia Azulay
For Alan Glass
this is nice. It’s warming to see “technically” correct poetry in the blogosphere :-) too often the art is lost amongst the meaning.
ggw
ooh, I so agree, ggw! I’m glad you like it.
Nice poem.
Very rhythmic and full of images!
i loved the poem. i also think it’s a beautiful journey for the poem to have had from 94 till 07 to be complete. who says that inspiration should come in one sudden wave?
Hmmm, waves come sometimes, but in my life it’s definitely been mostly spurts and trickles… and quite a few dry patches!
Tia,
We must take our pleasure where we can find it or enjoy not what is left to us.
Beautifully crafted.
rel
Thank you, rel!
Great rhyming there. I found it very rhythmic too. It has a song like quality.
gautami
Parallel Streams
I never take the time to write with so much rhythm and rhyme anymore but your poetry is brilliant. Especially liked “And settles into atrophy
As, shallow-breathed, I sound a key.” Great job.
Gautami, Chris, thanks for the positive feedback. It’s wonderful to know that people enjoy it and I really appreciate your bothering to say so!
Wow. I love the rhyme scheme. It’s not sing-songy, but genuinely good. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Mary!
This reminds me of something I wrote about sacred dancing.
This poem is based on a true story told me by a singer in South Africa. In a way, I suppose the old lady’s response to his song seemed miraculous and transformed that hour of song into a sacred event!
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