TWO SAXOPHONES


Saxophone
Drifts the white corridors
The rumbling train drowns the notes.

Only on a London tube
does no one see
tears playing
down my cheeks

Maybe they just don't care.

I long for warm south music
Sax with an African beat
Reflects in its tube
the rumble of thunder
over the Kalahari.

Mandy Lebides

 

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Date

Erna

You miss home… beautifully written: warm south music … mmmmmm!

2007-10-13

Louis

I can visualise the train racing through the suburbs.  No one cares because no one wants to get involved I think. We're all on a different journey, listening to different music that dictates our lives.  One part says come back, the other says stay. The missing part - that's the strongest.

Lovely words. 

2007-10-17

James

I can smell the grimy underground, the damp clothing and feel your homesickness.

Brought back many memories of the years I spent in the UK. I would play Johnny Klegg's music all day long moping for home.

Great poem, great rhythm

Points 4 - Pretty close to perfect. I was captivated

2008-01-06

Barbara

Lovely atmospheric piece of writing. I particularly enjoyed the last four lines and the imagery they conjured up. Super!

Points 4 - Pretty close to perfect. I was captivated

2008-01-11

Ron

Lovely moods. Its stark simplicity caught my ears as I read it aloud. A deep longing. Would have loved another verse that took me back to the tube with its smell and dank warmth.

Points 4 - Pretty close to perfect. I was captivated

2008-01-24