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JANUARY 4, 2010 10:36PM

One Silver Vandoren Optimum Ligature

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After the accident
we found among the metal
crushed in gravel,
one glinting silver
Vandoren Optimum Ligature.
 
Jerica was summer,
always,
and at twelve
she asked
to play the clarinet.
 
Her long tender fingers
wrapped rosewood
near blonde hair
pulled back and
draping down.
 
Her blue eyes
brighter as she 
began touching across
lower joints and keys
 to hit high notes
celebrating altissimo register.
 
When it was certain
Jerica would no
longer hold first chair
among woodwinds, 
Her mother gashed a
hammered hand
across the patrol's
heavy duty badge,
beating and bleating  
the shrillest vibrating
timbrously piercing scream,
"No,
Get back in the car
Do not come here." 
 
I cry some
nights considering the
clouds of dust
polarizing  and 
illuminating
the reflection nebula.
I strain to hear the
lost refrain of sound
that strews particles
of iron and nickel
across my splattered sky
in hopeful sighting of
the perennial Trifid. 
 
My heart recalls
and coils around
glint of broken dreams,
scattered light,
and the integrity of
galactic fusion.
And sometimes
when the earth is still, 
adjusted and configured, 
the reeds by the road
employ softer compensation.
I don't want to release
one note in season
as I leave go the window slowly,
passing by. 
 
 
 
 
  
Scupper © 1/2010
JDIF, in memory. 
 
and for all the silver I let slide

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Oh scupper, you dug deeply for this. You mined, melted, and formed it. Thank you for this . . .
Owl, thank you early. Yes, this one was a mining.
Your poetry transcends...
Oh, how I love it.
"Jerica was summer,
always,"

scupper..... that is so loving, so beautiful, such an soft, true, moving image of a young girl.

Oh, she was loved.

love to you tonight.
lovingly sweet, transcending and beautiful.
Thank you!
scupper, this twines and coils and twists in such a beautiful way. and it's just so horribly sad. i'm sorry.
scupper...this is musical...I can hear this being played....xox
I'll just go with Barking on this one. Wow.
I've always thought the clarinet had the most profoundly poignant sound.
Scupper, I can't really say it any better than Owl did...
You dug deeply and touched us deeply. A tribute indeed.
The pairing of Norah and Willie is pure genius and works its magic on me every time.
How completely perfect. I don't know what to say to express how much I loved it.
This is devastating, and beautiful.
oh Wow. This is gorgeous, deep and lyrical and lovely. And inspiring, as writing of this quality always is.
"Her blue eyes
brighter as she
began touching across
lower joints and keys"

This is the point at which I lost myself in the story... can't think of a better way to honor someone
Beautiful. Strange how insanity, which is what I sensed the girl was up against, can create music, but can also make the sound crack and crumble, to be silenced perhaps forever.
My soul hurts and at the same time soars on reading this stunning grace note. Words fail, music never does. Thank you for sharing this.
Beautiful opening and closure. The music adds volumnes, but your words could stand alone and are worthy of a second read.
*rated* forgot to add that - I'm such a fast clicker...
Breathless. Lovely. Sad. The song is a favorite as are the performers.
To each of you, thank you for reading poetry and for commenting here.
so glad you did this...it is beautiful and i hope it helps
Not--I really do celebrate her life now, and the pain no longer defines mine. Thanks for the comment and the visit again.
Broken dreams contain
The lost refrain.
This is amazing. The line "Jerica was summer, always" just allows me to imagine her right away. Lovely and wonderful.
this is gorgeous. wowie.
Scupper, how beautiful... thank you
This is incredible. I'm kinda stunned.
"And sometimes
when the earth is still,
adjusted and configured...."

May it often be thus.

Hopeful peace.
Scupper, this amazing, light and then powerful, real and then abstract. Perhaps your best of the excellent poetry you have posted since I have been on the site. r
As usual. . .am just in awe
So very beautiful! Thank you.
Thank you.
Kim
I am absolutely devastated by this poem. I have never been able to write about my daughter because love her so much I feel that words could not capture it. Clearly you can feel that kind of love and do it justice. I am in awe. Thank you for sharing this with us. I look forward to more.
all the good adjectives seem to have been taken to describe this, so i'll just say that i loved it...rated
yeah. loved it here too :)
Thanks to all who visited here.
Beautiful writing scupper, I enjoyed this immensly.
Reid, Thank you for coming by and for the feedback.
a poet worthy of being read, a poem worthy of imprinting...thank you
The best of all the metal posts, in my opinion. Bravo.
Bbd and KR, Thank you for your words. They mean much here.
Profoundly moving.
Now I'm skittish. I don't know how to say it, how it feels, what you've made with your words and your love and your memory.
Consonant---I appreciate that remark more than I can return in this comment. Thank you, truly.
This poem is so wonderful, I am so happy that Kathy linked me to read it.