Tuesday, 12 March 2019

Mozart - Horn Concerto No. 4 in Eb major - Rondo, Allegro



the stench of acrid smoke
wafts into my apartment
courtesy of
the chain smoker neighbour from hell
ho hum
time for french horn practice again

15 comments:

  1. Vengeance or serenade? The poem implies vengeance, but also a decreased ability to breathe. Maybe this poem is a Mobius strip of horror? Ha!

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  2. I'll take French horn music over cigarette smoke any day!

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  3. Some people have no regard for others .. sigh..

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  4. Neighbors come in all sizes, and shapes.

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  5. I like this. It made me smile about all our human games.

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  6. Oh I so know the feeling. Our building makes smokers go to the edge of the property to smoke, out behind the car park. Thankfully. But sometimes people sneak a smoke on their balcony. Gah!

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  7. Hmmm. Sounds like you and your neighbor are at war with other.

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  8. I love the way you paint scenes from your life (hopefully fictitious) to such great musical accompaniment.

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  9. An unfeeling neighbor. But music fills up the air. Nice.

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  10. That’s something I can’t stand, someone else’s smoke. Luckily we don’t have that problem, but many years ago we had a creepy neighbour who used to walk around the back of our house and peer into windows, making the dog bark, he also used to look up at my teenage daughter’s bedroom window. When we spoke to the police about him he stepped it up by carrying an air riflle. I wish I'd played the French horn back then.

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  11. The tuba + a komodo dragon would have been better:)

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  12. Love it! I know those kinds of neighbors.

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