Seventy-six Trombones

Violin Lessons –LE – Acrylics on canvas-board 12×16″

Seventy-six Trombones

seventy-six trombones in the big parade
playing the seventy-sixth part of the game
wondering how deep is the bench
how many more ready to take my place?

guess it’s all moot since strings are
all I’ve ever played, four, six, and twelve
fretted and fretless, trombones in a
sense I guess, nonetheless

circlings of Sol a trombone each
anticipating the trumpet’s blair at
the end of time, my time at least
the harmonics of my vibrating string

or the universal cacophony of the
Big Band – ‘music of the spheres’?

–LE

6 responses to “Seventy-six Trombones”

  1. Metaphorically—and feel free to correct me if I’m wrong—your poem refers to your number of years upon this earth, and ponders what will come after the end. I read it through several times, and that’s what I took away from it. It’s a fantastic poem, Liam, what I would consider “profound”. 👏👏👏😊🧡

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    • Thank you, Kat! You are not wrong, metaphorically. Profound? Thanks, but I’m afraid you give me too much credit. There is a bit more, though. The first line came into my head for no apparent reason. Then I considered that the lyric did correspond to my age. The rest of the poem was more or less a stream of consciousness. I just wrote as it came to me. It all came to me in about 5 minutes. After writing it down, I tried to anylized it. I suspect that it’s a comentary on my views of cosmology, corolating views from the Judeo-Christian to the Big Bang, and alchemy’s ‘music of the spheres’; hopefully pointing to the mootness of such speculations…; -)

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