Music is a healer......................

even flow?

"Could you put a record on for me?"
"Maybe a 78?"
"I bought that stereo, so I could play them on it"
"How about some Frank?"
Flipping through the pile of old records
I spot a Frank and bring it up the stairs
I cue up the needle
As it hits the vinyl with the familiar pops and crackles
The big band has hit their first note
The feet that haven't been able to support her weight
Start to move to the beat
Her good hand starts to tap on her leg
The songs have an accompanist
As the songs go by
Her eyes close
A dream world of yesteryear to be visited
When life was easy
When she was young
When time wasn't counted down with any meaning
I sneak to the kitchen to shed a tear of happiness
When I return with a smile
She is still in some other place
One leg is now bent; pulled up
When her eyes open
She regales about cleaning and cooking to those songs
"I think this would be good therapy"
"I haven't moved my leg like that in a long time"
As the side of the record comes to an end
She asks,
"Next time you come over, can we listen to somemore oldies?"
Anything, to turn your hell into heaven for a while

Being Enlightened

I was going to bump your last poem, as my reponse to it is what I was feeling whilst witnessing what you just wrote. So, I'll just paste what I felt before:

Being Enlightened wrote:

An image comes to mind:

(I watch from my place on the loveseat
and imagine) a floor,
gleaming and Pine-sol fresh,
one song begins
where the last ends
and
our eyes meet,
we smile at eachother,
our embrace lovingly parts
and you waltz across to where she sits,
beautiful and dazzling,
like it was 1949,
you gently take her hand
(a hand not yet crippled by arthritic pains)
and you welcome her to the floor,
she whole-heatedly accepts
and the whilrwind you both create
sweeps the crowd to their feet!
Hoots, hollers and cheers errupt,
you step aside
and allow her to take the glory
she so deserves,
her last dance,
her final bow.



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Being Enlightened

Being Enlightened wrote:

I was going to bump your last poem, as my reponse to it is what I was feeling whilst witnessing what you just wrote. So, I'll just paste what I felt before:

Being Enlightened wrote:

An image comes to mind:

(I watch from my place on the loveseat
and imagine) a floor,
gleaming and Pine-sol fresh,
one song begins
where the last ends
and
our eyes meet,
we smile at eachother,
our embrace lovingly parts
and you waltz across to where she sits,
beautiful and dazzling,
like it was 1949,
you gently take her hand
(a hand not yet crippled by arthritic pains)
and you welcome her to the floor,
she whole-heartedly accepts
and the whilrwind you both create
sweeps the crowd to their feet!
Hoots, hollers and cheers errupt,
you step aside
and allow her to take the glory
she so deserves,
her last dance,
her final bow.

(not only did I find a spelling mistake :eek:--it didn't show like I wanted it to--I'm trying again! )