An homage to the loveliest songs and movies ever. It was written as an exercise in writing ballads. I have never before or since atempted writing anything that follows a preset structure, except haiku. I imagine I am forgiven this shabby 1st attempt.
Please imagine this as a movie script for a sequel to the eponymous Michelle Pfeiffer - George Clooney movie picturized on a rainy day in NYC. This is the first of my water trilogy. The next is on lakes. The one after will be on bridges.
Please imagine this as a movie script for a sequel to the eponymous Michelle Pfeiffer - George Clooney movie picturized on a rainy day in NYC. This is the first of my water trilogy. The next is on lakes. The one after will be on bridges.
It is surprisingly pleasant today
For it is still February for another eight days
Maybe it’s the day long drizzle that keeps us warm
The city is bathed in light
Like a G. Harvey canvas
He’s hypnotized
By the unobtrusive clackclackclack
Of the escalator gliding down into the hotel lobby
He sees her feet in golden sandals, a long green
dress
And her face exactly as he had imagined it
Nothing compares to
You and I
Becoming us
And this walk along the Seine
Was also meant to be
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The London Eye keeps time
Observing itself in the
Along the sidewalk
Flower baskets on ornate lampposts are
Burgeoning with petunia lavender and sweet william
“Let nature be your teacher”
Waft down and settle among our consciousness
Along with the redolence
Of flowers and foliage
Reminders as well
Of Time Remembrance
And so on
And of the ties that bind them to one other
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Fountainhead
Mandaakini descended from the heavens
So precious so pure
Heady rush of Idealism
Making things crystal clear
The incomparable sweetness
Of a babbling brook
The incomparable lightness
Of Being
Rugged mountain peaks
Indigo sky
The eyes move upward
To marvel at the Creator
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Cowbells restless for home right now
Hoof clops rushing up the banks
Of the impetuous Yamuna
Frisking to the tune of a song divine
Garden of love divine
We follow in the footsteps
Of Eternal Lovers
Playful as ripplets juggling light
Refrain and song
Beauty and the lotus
Devotion and the devotee
Inseparable
♫The blue Danube♫ awaits
We dust off crumbs from dinner
Some intolerably scrumptious apple strudels
To find our way to the river
♫Who painted the moon black?? ♫
We hadn’t consulted the almanac!
And brought the black balloon down to earth
We painted it bright in the dark of the night
♫The dark side of the moon♫ as well
For good measure
Now the river sparkles like quicksilver
♫A dark waltz♫
Is now a paean to all possibilities
And you and me ♫dancing with destiny forever♫
A warm December
Too hot to be outdoors at midday
But it’s cool inside on the thirty-fifth floor
Overlooking the
Overhearing children’s chatter
Of plans for bodysurfing in the holidays
Lazy hazy
Siesta-warranting afternoon
My mind meanders
Like the Waltzing Matilda
Of a cricket match
One had hoped to catch
But there’s a city to explore
And an evening to adore
We stroll past a chapel
By the Shenandoah in the fall
Blue green yellow red and all
You make me smile
To hear you whistle to the choir
Singing Hallelujah awhile
Over the hills in the west
The ornaments of jade amber garnet ruby
Fade to brown on the trees
In an hour we’ll paint the sky with stars
The dewdrops on the spider’s web are frozen
They’ll melt drip drop
And find their way back to the ocean
Like you and I must find each other in every lifetime
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Herald thoughts upon the hero’s journey
Where enthusiasm equals “gold within”
White flag adorned with blue yellow black green red circles
Symbol of eternal optimism
Fluttering in the furthermost reaches of the Human Potential
Evening
The waterline
Becomes the mirrorline
For the skyscrapers and their million lights
Make one big sequined blanket
Enveloping everything
Within the reaches of the peripheral vision
The fishermen have gone home to a feast of hwae
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That produces unsurpassed beauty
In the fringe of fear
And in the midst of questioning
Then accepting
A marriage of dissimilar customs
It connects divides and multiplies all at once
Under several aliases
On the old silk road
Holds the many-splendored shrine to Divine Wisdom
Reminds one to remain raw as an ingénue
And get drenched in the Wisdom of the Ages
I think we’ve managed to do just that, I think
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All the threads of my life
Led to you
Like all roads lead to
So I crossed the Rubicon
And here I am
The town’s asleep after a busy day
The light in the piazza
Casts a golden glow
On the sandstone of yore
I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air
Little did I know
One day we’d be in
So this is
Honeymoon in
Weightless we soar
Way, way up and see the blue planet
Turning on its axis
And I see kryptonite does nothing to you
What a wonderful world in an elegant universe
And we might want to get back to it now
Incase somebody sees and goes, ”It’s a bird, it’s a plane…”
We're floating in the moonlit sky
Suddenly swooping low on an ocean deep
Butterflies musk and rose
By the modest Moddergat I decide
You sow what you wish to reap
Sugar spills abundant brilliant soul-sweetening
From the celestial sugarbowl
That was a river
We stepped in twice
Who says you can’t
Likely the same folks
Who say lightning never
Strikes the same place twice
Wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style
Hand in hand
My huckleberry friend and me
We find ourselves home
Outside it’s cold and it’s raining
So we watch slides
Of the years gone by in riversong
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