668 OLD SONGS 3-20-17 (go to 580 for key word search)

My memories are old songs,
with a few forgotten words,
long silent pauses.

Trying to sing them creates
unanswered questions:
Who said that?
Where did that happen?
And the worst:

But the melodies,
foggy, though remembered,
finish with their final cords.
Some abruptly in dissonance.
Some crescendo into fortissimo-Chorus,
based on the original score.

That symphony
is my life,
as I remember me.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
This entry was posted in Poems. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s