Music flows from the foothills

Through windswept prairies down

Toward silent catacombs and

Depths remaining hollow and brimming

All the same.

As the music reaches me, cornered

From I where I rinse my limbs

And put them to rest, suddenly

I hear the verbatim ramblings,

Crisply cutting through the night,

My life in rhythmic cadence

So low, adulterated, soiled.

And the festive song rang still

While I shudder

How can songs mean so much

In this isolation?



About kyogakura
Bored 95% of the time.

7 Responses to Altena

  1. Jessica says:

    Very sad, especially when you mention the song yet that you are so isolated. Moving.

  2. Jingle says:

    music heals,
    music is magical..

    Thanks for the musical contribution… share up to 3 poems if you wish, Happy New Year!


  3. meirozavian says:

    Nice and lovely.

    Have a wonderful new year!

  4. danroberson says:

    Even when alone music fills heart and soul. Beautiful poem.

  5. Jingle says:

    Greetings! Happy 2011.
    I invite you to become a participant at Thursday Poets Rally Week 36…
    visit me via this link to link in your entry…you have until Wednesday to make 18 comments among participants…
    Hope to see you in, Happy Sunday!
    your support is precious! Bless you.

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