They block one lane,
but there’s no traffic.
No pedestrians today.
We’re all under blankets,
though weather is quite mild.
The hiss is from man’s machine,
not a good addition to Beethoven’s 7th,
but I eventually block it out
as I do the rest of the happenings,
but the smoke from the machine scares me.
Beethoven, Day Job, Death, Depression, Isolation, Music, Poems, Poetry, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by Kay Camden on November 8, 2011 - 8:30 am
Sometimes you freak me out a little. Replace “Beethoven’s 7th” with “Metaphysics Of The Hangman” and this was my morning. I went around the guy in the nasty car. Did you? Or was the smoke from your own car? I hope not.
#2 by Carl on November 8, 2011 - 10:45 pm
I like the scene you attached to this. It’s different than what I was describing, but I like how it worked with you.
#3 by Kay Camden on November 9, 2011 - 8:13 am
Ha.. well once again I’m taking it all too literally while your metaphors are flying right over my head and I’m just sitting there like, “Purrrrrdy!”
#4 by Carl on November 9, 2011 - 10:05 pm
No, no! I am thrilled that you read it and double-thrilled for your comment because it helps me learn. It’s okay for me to be more concrete at times, but when I am concrete, I want to be really good at it.
If you read this poem and then commented on it, you have understood the poem perfectly. That’s coming from a writer, not a poetry critic.
#5 by Hudson Howl on November 10, 2011 - 9:23 pm
There are days (almost everyday to be truthful) where subscribing to an logical explanations to the real world is impossible. Where nothing makes sense. No matter how hard I try. Letting the mind run wherever it wants seems more real and more logical. I guess Beethoven’s 7th is more concrete an worthy of appreciating than the absurdities of the world at large. Regardless, your poem made me pause.
#6 by Carl on November 10, 2011 - 9:48 pm
Thank you for your comment. I appreciate your reflections and am lucky that you stopped by.