Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Magpie Forty Eight



Pied Piper

I feel like a pied piper 
 among fragile souls 
lovely people needing cues 
from their pasts 
to put smiles on their faces 
light in their eyes  

music is the key
I resurrect memories 
for them, of long ago 
when they were happy, carefree 
when images of their futures 
could not be fathomed



36 comments:

  1. Nice musical note! Smiles, light, memories, happy and carefree all characteristics of the Pied Piper..

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  2. Lovely imagery, Helen, I had the same experiences with music when spending time with my own dear mother, music is an incredible tool.

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  3. As Brigid said, music is a wonderful tool and a healer aswell, these are beautiful.

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  4. A former girlfriend of mine had been born in Germany, and told me how she would go to a nearby care facility, sit down at the piano and play "Lily Marlene" for them. They always asked for that song, which I love too.

    Your poem reminded me of that.

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  5. I was trying to figure out what was missing today it is music. I must correct that now. Your poem was a perfect reminder.

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  6. Definitely- MUSIC is the key...
    loved this piece!

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  7. memories, both real and imagined. Music is so wonderful that way. As always, you evoke an emotional response. Just beautiful.

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  8. We can never have enough music in our lives. It's therapy as well as being a part of our whole. What sweet sounds your poems make!

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  9. All your fans woudl love you to post some web cam flute! Now there's a dare, Ms Pied Piper!

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  10. The Pied Piper mesmerized the children. Yes, music does it all, for everyone!

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  11. Poignant and sad...although the music is there, the memories are missing. The terrible thing about Altzheimers is that it takes the most current memories away as it entangles and confuses the long-ago recollections. To my Father, my brother became his Father...so sad for my brother who lost his parent before he was truly gone. You evoked great emotion for me.

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  12. My WT used to go sing to the folks in one of these facilities every month. They loved him. And he was blessed for the singing.

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  13. This reminds me of how my mom responded so to music, even when Alzheimers gripped her hard. Lovely, thank you.

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  14. I'll move to the music any time!

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  15. Music has such power, which you captured in a touching way.

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  16. I can see you doing that- such a gift to give.

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  17. I like the poem, but I'm wholly distracted by the imagery here.

    Where'd you find that banner image? Or did you take it?

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  18. It's amazing what music and art can do for people who are otherwise "unreachable." It's great you could do that.

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  19. Excellent job. This is really beautiful, especially after reading your motivation...

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  20. a beautiful poem & music was very important at the care facility I had my mother in. Even with dementia her memory was great when she listened to old tunes, it helped tremendously with her memory.

    Joanny

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  21. Music dances through all our lives...

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  22. Nice contribution. I can't imagine a life without music.

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  23. it always amazes me how good music is for the heart...

    very nice writing, it has a simple sweet way of helping us imagine memories, freedom, and joy...

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  24. So beautiful and real. Music does reach our innermost in a mysterious way. OT - Sorry about the Ducks - I hoped they'd go all the way!

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  25. Dear Helen: Poignant poem with real heartfelt feeling clearly demonstrated! I love this line;

    "fragile souls needing cues from their pasts:

    Much like music our lives!

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  26. Gorgeous, darling!
    Love the alliteration!

    xoxox,
    CC

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  27. music is the key that unlocks so many emotions in life...can not imagine life without it....lovely...bkm

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  28. Beautiful lilting effects, cues of yesteryear that so empower one to be in those past moments. Freedom of time travel!

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  29. Even as a kid I loved being
    in the company of seniors;
    my grandparents were my
    favorite companions.
    Sweet and heartfelt, this poem
    or poems of yours, for probably
    music is that eternal and
    universal vibration that transcends
    language, or lack of it, politics,
    even religion, serenading the
    soul, bypassing the Id.

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  30. Music . . the universal language. Lovely here.

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  31. How wonderful you could retrieve this; so fitting to the prompt, reminding us all of the way music does move memories...

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  32. Beautiful writing. This brings to mind the time when, as a youth, I played the piano at an old folk's home, it was a tremendous learning experience for me.

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  33. This one brought a lump to my throat. Good writing about good music does that!

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  34. Helen, this was such a touching read. Music helped my recovery better than any drug ever could.

    I treasure those music-filled carefree days.

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