(SCORE) JS Bach: Partita No. 1 in B-flat major BWV 825 - Dinu Lipatti, ...

King and Country

  King George V was a moral coward, for losing his nerve and worrying about the political consequences of granting asylum to the former tsar  Nicholas II and his family … they were failed by their royal relatives

they could be twins

were quite close

he rescinded his offer

of asylum

wonder how it felt

to allow your relatives

to be murdered

 

 maybe  blue blood

and a stiff upper lip

does not allow for 

such indulgences

Víkingur Ólafsson / Bach Organ Sonata No.4 II.Andante Transcr. Stradal

 

 POEM BY CARRIE BURTT...  SUNDAY MUSE BLOG SPOT  # 219

Like an injured bird where it does not belong 

And once you have lingered there long enough 

 You forget you could fly all along

 I searched for you in reflections 

 Not just mirrors but the eyes of the old

 In their grief and brilliant memories

 I heard your voice in each story told 

 Lost is a place with no directions 

Yet signs around every bend 

 When you are staring hard into yesterday 

Today gets blown away in the wind 

 I lost you one summer morning 

Before winter was due to unfold

 Now I only remember August 

 As a summer that was way too cold 

 For lost is a place with broken wings 

 Like an injured bird where it does not belong

 And once you have lingered there long enough

 You forget you could fly all along.

WHIRLIGIG 379

 WORDLE

 

 

they said

her father was a  man who

 lived under his wealthy oppressive family's thumb

she knew his name but never

heard his voice

he was a stranger

who left when she was tiny 

twas foolish to hope

she would ever meet him

bloomin lucky

she had such magical grandparents

who made room for her

in their lives

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from Jae Rose who blogs here:

 father, thumb, magical, man, stranger, voice, name, room, tiny, foolish, hope, bloom

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #1364...Heatwave

after the summer heat
raindrops kissing my naked body
Ah! that coolness

© Chèvrefeuille, your host

 after the summer heat

i look forward to autumn

when it's cooler

rain drops kissing my naked body

skinny dipping in the lake

a dutch poet driving the gals wild

Ah! that coolness

sipping a cocktail on the deck

overlooking a field of tulips

Sunday Muse # 217

 

 

it was fun at first

playful banter

and good times

he was cool

 a stitched maiden's

dreamboat

the lights of the city 

stapled to his specs

jingle jive jangle

were his dance moves

out of nowhere

reality dealt her

a life changing blow 

inevitably

they drifted apart

just one of those things

Iestyn Davies: NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert

Gnosienne no 1 Erik Satie...Living Poetry....June Musical Poetry Prompt

 we walked these steps

a long time ago

a world ago

living the dream

the bubble  burst

hurling us

back to reality 

too soon

satie sparks

a distant memory