The Song of Scattering Poems
“in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems” E.E. Cummings
The hour late
Music floats through the
Window
Of the broken heart
The tenant downstairs
Plays the piano
I am reminded of Paris
“In the street of the sky night
Walks scattering poems”
The same stars shine in
Kyoto
As fingers touch the keys
Stars appear
On the sheet music
Instead of
Notes
A choir sings the song
Of scattering poems
The hour late
Music floats through the
Window of the broken
Heart
August 23, 2018
annellannell 
This is lovely! ❤ I love the image of “Stars appear on the sheet music instead of notes.” I can sense the underlying pain and hidden tapestry of memories in these lines.
Dear Sanaarizvi, thanks so much for your comment. Annell Livingston
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I too love those star s eclipsing music notes. There is a sense of broken in this. It is always amazing to me how beautiful melancholy can be written into poetry.
Thank you Susie, your comment tells me you get it completely. Annell Livingston
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One of my favourites of yours, my friend. I especially love music floating through windows of the broken heart, and the fact the same stars shine in Kyoto. LOVED this!
Oh, this is gorgeous! I love the dreaminess and even fairytale quality; and yes, that sense of melancholy, so gently yet hauntingly conveyed.
Thank you for your kind comments…. Annell Livingston
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Why thank you Sherry….each step was tentative, as usual I wasn’t sure. Annell Livingston
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I think there has to be a ‘Song of Scattering Poems’, Annell, the white noise we hear in the middle of the night, perhaps. But I love the music that:
‘floats through the
Window
Of the broken heart’
and reminds one of Paris. It’s also comforting to know that the same stars shine in Kyoto’ and I love this image:
‘Stars appear
On the sheet music
Instead of
Notes’.
Thanks for your generous comments. Annell Livingston
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stares appearing on sheet music… or the stars in the sky become music. Either way what a gorgeous piece. I like the idea of “The same stars shine in
Kyoto
As fingers touch the keys
Thank you so much Margaret, I didn’t find your write? Annell Livingston
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‘Music floats through the window of the broken heart’ ~ and has powerful healing energy. Lovely, Annell.
Your comment is wonderful!! Thank you Helen. Annell Livingston
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Helen I did not find your write? Annell Livingston
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There is so much sadness in the beautiful poem Annell but the night is so adept at nudging us in the ribs and saying “You remember don’t you?”
Nights can be long, but you never know when memories will call on us to take notice. Thanks for your response. Annell Livingston
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I love the sense you have conveyed of synchronicity.
This is indeed lovely Annell.
Anna :o]
Thank you Dear Mags. Annell Livingston
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