TWO SAXOPHONES
Saxophone
Drifts the white corridors
The rumbling train drowns the notes.
Only on a
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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Name |
Comment |
Date |
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Erna |
You miss home… beautifully
written: warm south music … mmmmmm! |
2007-10-13 |
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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. |
2007-10-17 |
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James |
I can smell the grimy underground,
the damp clothing and feel your homesickness. Points 4 - Pretty close to perfect. I was captivated |
2008-01-06 |
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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 |
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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 |