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French, Gabriel Faure, memory, mirrors, music, narcissus, paper white, pavane, poem, poetry, time, writing
Mouthless shadow;
a mirror’s
backward clutch.
Winter bulbs forced
from summer’s
pocketed stones
as narcissus skin
glows like velvet;
the beauty of soft paper.
Nectar collected
in a hollowed palm;
fragrance dripped in F-sharp
as hazy sunspots bounce
in a wood-paneled room
scratched into silver;
he drinks
from his fist
essence pours on his tongue; volatile.
His palm tilts sideways
my petals fall in a silent crash
from his gaping mouth
etched
in mercuric time
of a year passed;
looping; shifted images and tempos.
Posted for dVerse Poets, Open Link Night #35 www.dversepoets.com
Pavane by Gabriel Fauré is a thread that has woven through my life. As a young flautist, I performed this piece several times with a youth philharmonic orchestra and many years later it’s come back to me and been inspiration for this poem.
Eva Von Pelt 
One of my absolute favorites (both of yours and his). I have played the piece many, many times too.
Thank you, Anna : ) I’m so glad to see you and I’m not surprised you like that piece! I just saw a flyer on my way home today for a concert this Sunday….a group is performing Fauré’s Requiem. I do hope to make it.
Thanks, as always for your kind words.
this tells a sad tale to me…i may be wrong in that but…the crushing of the flower for its nectar and then discarded…this is a well woven piece
Hi, Brian! I didn’t begin as particularly sad, but I now see how that could been interpreted. I love reading what others see…so rewarding for me, thank you so much for your visit and comments : )
a stunning connection–from the mouthless shadow to your petals crashing silently from his mouth. that’s a poem for all five senses.
Thanks, David! I enjoy writing about the senses and so glad you enjoyed : ))
I think I shall need to read this a few times, it drips the senses.
Thank you so much for the visit and lovely comment, gardenlilie!
I don’t ever recall playing that piece myself, but it is lovely (Youtubed it). Also lovely is your intricately woven poem. Thank you for sharing it and for visiting and reading at my site.
Hi Yousei! Glad you got a chance to go to YouTube! I found a lovely version on Soundcloud, but wasn’t able to retain permission to use it before I had to post my poem; would have been nice to the accompanying music : )
Thanks so much for another visit!
I was happy to visit. 🙂 I actually listened to it as I read. Fun. I’m quite certain I’ll be back. Hope you will too.
“fragrance dripped in F Sharp” I can smell and hear that…This is a beauty, Eva! Thank you!
No, thank YOU, Jackie! I so appreaciate your visits and thoughtful comments!
Absolutely wonderful!
Thank you, David!
A gentle drip down of beauty, Eva ..lovely poem intoxicating the senses (like the music?). I’ve not heard that piece of music but I’ll be sure to check it out. Thank you for this (and for your own visit to my site) 🙂 xo
Oh! Intoxicating! I like it : ) Thank you, Louise! I’m honored by your visit and comment as I’m a big fan! Thanks again.
Eva thanks for your visit
wow – you captured my senses with that poem
can’t wait to read more …
Thank you for your visit! So glad you found this piece sensual…I hope to offer more in the future : )
Some memorable verses. Lovely! // Peter.
So glad you liked it, Peter! Thank you for your visit and continued encouragement ; )
your poetry deeply resonates in my heart. ‘Nectar collected in a hollowed palm; fragrance dripped in F-sharp..’ – so exquisite, absolutely loved this yearning musical expression…
Hello Yelena! Nice to meet you ; )
Your comments have made me feel so great! I’m currently boarding a plane to Europe, but as soon as I get settled I will visit your lovely blog!
have a pleasant voyage, Eva! 🙂
“Nectar collected…fragrance dripped in F-sharp”
Wonderful words use. A musician in a past life, I enjoy the reference. Inspiration drives us to write poetry, prose, love notes, music, art…ultimately create an expression of our feelings and desires. The smell of a flower is one of the world’s greatest joys that can rarely be expressed in words. Sometimes, it may take a song to drive the feeling close to the experience you have as you kneel next to a blossom and take it in.
Thank you for sharing.
Thanks so much for your thoughtful comments, Matthew. Glad you connected to your (former, but maybe your present : ) musical self.
I appreciate your visit.