Saturday, May 28, 2011


......using the image by German surrealist Michael Maier as a prompt

at intermission we met on the shore
storm clouds churning with blue
broken by the roar of silence
without notes glowing in the sky

thoughts of emptiness deep in my soul
in time with my suffocating cello suite
choking on the music of Bach
in time with her mute lips

with denial playing my strings
treading gently before the onslaught
ignoring the incoming tide
I skipped stones across the sea

our eyes never met just wept
as her wing blew to my bow
washing and slicing my strings
squeezing down to my highest pitch

at last she glances at my bow
her face shining with suspicion
shrugging off the imbalance
we make music on the shore


lucychili said...

i like the tension of disconnection =)

kaykuala said...

It's brilliant... 'the roar of silence' among others. You have that special knack with words.

Dave King said...

This took us into not obvious waters. I found it a bit special.

anthonynorth said...

Beautifully done.

flaubert said...

Wayne, you did the image justice, nice one.


Anonymous said...

Making music on the shore - how lovely.

Jingle said...

deep and beautiful.

gautami tripathy said...

Very very good..

jingling chains

Jill Zaheer said...

Haven't been here for a while but just love your poetic writing style. The words work magically with the painting!