TIRED OF PLAYING THAT OLD MUSIC

TIRED OF PLAYING THAT OLD MUSIC

It’s driving me nuts

No ifs or buts

I cannot abide it

It sounds old and decrepit

Just like that record on the old juke box

You know the one

That goes on and on

It screeches and whines

Like a violin gone wrong

Played over and over

So here I go with a new one

It’ll be melodic

Symphonic

And oh so, so symbolic

Symbolic insofar as you’ll be far away

Far, far away

And these symbolic words portray it that way

And maybe one day

Just maybe one day

We’ll never play others games

That ended in bitter recriminations

Yet still I love you!

Through and through

But we threw it all away

Yet there is always the hope

There is always the truth

That you were my first true, dear love

We acted like two teenagers

Running wild and free

Running with the crowd

Running with the wind

Oh how could I resist desist

Oh I can hear a melody once again

The fever pitch of the violin

Not the screeching and whining

But of the violin strings being gently, gently played

Softly, softly

Quietly, quietly

Two violinists

Playing solo in two different orchestras

The loneliness, the separateness

Oh how I still love you my dear sweetness

And now we are free

When you were all I needed

When you are all I need!

This is the way it should be

Together, forever

Not two concert violinist going solo

Trying to forge a new beginning

I’ve watched you in the wings

I’ve watched you in the concert halls

You’ve looked troubled, sorrowed

Oh how I needed, wanted to be there with you

So here I stand solo

Solo violinist

Trying so hard to play a new tune

Modernistic, romantic

Symbolic

That’ll have the audiences wanting more and more

Dancing to the rhythmic beat

Dancing to the heat in stadiums

Bodies swaying

People with their banners

Asking for more and more

New memories

Yet I remain sentimental for the old days

The good old days

The sunny, sunny old days

So play, play to the new rhythm

Bring the cheer to your hearts and souls

With the rhythmic violins

Not the dreaded old rhythms

Bring the smiles to the faces of the world

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

30^th October 2016

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SNOW SNOW

SNOW, SNOW, LET IT FLOW

OH NO!

Snow, snow you flow so much oh no!

The wind howling, whistling around every nook and cranny

Everything is so cold to the touch

The window pane freezing cold

The trees bending, bowing, trying to stand upright precariously

The wind from the East strong and powerful like a beast

Hungry for power, sovereignty

The tiny flakes of snow swirling, curling

Just like a maelstrom

Scrambling frenzied vortex

Sucking all the remains of winters fallen debris around and around

Oh so cold and frenzied outside

But here I stand and watch the frenzy

Snuggled up and warm inside

Warm enough to be in the minimalistic

Mother Nature intention

Coffee in hand, warming soothing the ravages of the exterior

Oh snow, snow!

Baron and bare

That much you dare!

But we do not despair

Spring is on its way hooray!

The flowers start to shoot and bloom

Comforting, warming the room

Just like a rose budding, and in full bloom

Oh snow, snow you won’t be here for long

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

11^th March 2013

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