"madigan" poems
Scandinavian movies
Bring a lot of fog in my life.
My life is so foggy
My dreams are groggy..
Elvira Madigan looks at him
While he is shaving…
Scandinavian movies
I like to watch them.
They stop this crazy Flamenco
That my heart dances
They bring the coldness of
Fjords in it.
Doctor Glas reads the verdict:
“This is a chronic disease
Underneath her soul is sinful grease
Darkness blackness, the lack of light
She is so tired to fight
So tired to fight.
She loves
There is no cure
yet
She is a liar
Her love is not pure
Her life is dirt, distilled sin
She is so tired to fight
She won’t ever win.”
Elvira Madigan kisses her lover
I am imagining I am kissing you
Elvira Madigan leans forward, kisses him
He still has a blade in his hand,
He unclamps the vessel with his desires,
He unclamps his hand
The blade falls off
This is so dangerous
Like …..Love.
Scandinavian movies
I like to watch them.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
Life for a soul is
more than a mere,
Fast, fleeting moment
spent idly here.
Brilliantly beautiful,
lightning – so quick,
Then long ever after,
its rumbles roll thick.
So, when Heaven forever
calls a soul home,
It flees before ashes,
stacked stones, or deep loam.
Transcending the realms
of grief, pain, and time,
From this mortal coil,
it gently unwinds.
Arriving unbroken,
undying, anew,
Abiding eternally,
healthy, and true,
The spirit wields deftly
a colossal glass
So slowly sand slips through:
eternities pass.
©30Jul2016 @DracoTalpus
for the Edwards family; #inspired by Madigan
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 5:35 AM UTC
Our Synaesthesia is for free,
Music is the muse for me,
In my blood, you see,
Images imaginary,
Elvira Madigan wakes to see,
Mozart play Mozart lucidly,
Swooner songs sound so silly,
Old rockers croon so vividly,
Funny lyrics in my brain,
Sounding a little deranged,
(It is hereditary
In my family)
Yes, Synaesthesia is for free,
Smurfette's songs, so silly.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
Elvira Madigan looks at him
While he is shaving,
This is a chronic disease
Underneath my soul is sinful grease
Darkness blackness, the lack of light
I am so tired to fight
So tired to fight
I love you
There is no cure
I love you
I am a liar
my love is not pure
my life is dirt, distilled sin
I am so tired to fight
I won’t ever win
Elvira Madigan kisses her lover
I am imagining I am kissing you
Elvira Madigan leans forward, kisses him
He still has a blade in his hand,
He unclamps the vessel with his desires,
He unclamps his hand
The blade falls off
This is so dangerous
Like …..Love.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
In the eye of the beholder,
Or should I say de listener?
The lucid muse of Mozart,
We're all human, though worlds apart,
Elvira Madigan's dreaming,
Mozart plays Mozart, so it's seeming,
Mozart in Heaven streaming
Into the ear of the de listener,
Of is it the eye of the beholder???????
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC