Watch Me Wave, Love My Soul
should be moving
heaving a computer,
over the edge.
The Art of Fugue drives me,
to violent, good crashing.
Not as bad as I seem,
I love my Bach,
working to fire
the good into the blue bubbles.
Watch me wave,
love my soul.
Angels, Art, Compassion, Etudes, Idealism, Love, Poems, Poetry, Purpose, recovery
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#1 by Hudson Howl on August 17, 2011 - 10:27 pm
Bach’s ‘The Art of Fugue’ -am a shamed to admit I know little of that which you find so passionate. Yet, I think understand. As Van Morrison’s ‘Wavelength’ gets my passions reverberating.
#2 by Carl on August 18, 2011 - 8:45 pm
The Bach is an acquired taste, but once acquired, it is the most beautifully perfect art in the world.
#3 by abichica on August 17, 2011 - 10:35 pm
beautiful poetry, i should say “The Art of Fugue” drives me as well.. 🙂
#4 by Carl on August 18, 2011 - 8:45 pm
Thank you for your comment!
#5 by Fountains on August 18, 2011 - 9:39 am
I had to look it up. You taught me something.
#6 by Carl on August 18, 2011 - 8:47 pm
Listen to the Canadian Brass do it. It is a powerful experience.
#7 by Fountains on August 20, 2011 - 11:40 am
#8 by pattisj on August 18, 2011 - 5:16 pm
Empty hands should be conducting an orchestra.
#9 by Carl on August 18, 2011 - 8:48 pm
or playing a trombone!