Photography by Romain Thiery
abandoned song in forgotten keys
vacated premises, melodies
now dust, residue from golden days
when love tuned each corner with music;
when the muse brought life to clay; now an
abandoned song in forgotten keys
windows wide we welcomed night, dancing
rustles, whirling heat; now cold with still,
vacated premises; melodies
half-recalled, they play in the shadows
yearning for the time that is no more;
now dust, residue from golden days
This offering is in the form of a cascade.
Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.
Tao Talk 
Wow. This is so lovely, Lisa! I especially like the repetition of “residue from golden days” – the form fits the tone most wonderfully.
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Thank you, Dora. The picture reminds me of some scenes in the film, “The Shape of Water,” where the whole apartment is submerged. Thinking this is what it would look like once the water subsided.
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This is beautiful. I’m so glad I found you again. 🙂 Glad to be reading your words now.
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Thank you, Jennifer. Now you have me curious about the again part. Do we know each other from another place?
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I used to have a blog under Pretty Kool Dame, but I took a couple years off of writing due to health issues. I was a follower of yours then. 🙂
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Oh yes, I knew your name sounded familiar but couldn’t remember from where. Nice to see you 🙂 Glad you are blogging again.
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Lisa these lines bring the wistful memories to life. A lovely Cascade indeed.
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Carrie, thank you. The photo made it easy to tap into that feeling.
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a beautiful poem! I loved it! ❤
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Thank you, Carol anne!
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Your poem captures the essence of the photo so well. So many questions left unanswered…..
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Thank you, Beverly!
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Such excellent writing! The form is well-executed and the name of the form (cascade) fits with the image and your images. You imbue your poem with a haunting and melancholy tone with words like forgotten, half-remembered, abandoned and vacated. This swirls about like a distant melody in a summer dream.
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Thank you, Zander. It looks like a place that flooded, which seems to happen more and more with the climate changes.
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The Cascade is so like a song played on a piano (he said, having no musical talent or training whatsoever), and your words are perfection. This is really well-written, and an enjoyable thing to read aloud.
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Thanks much, Charley.
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Lovely, Lisa.
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Judy, thank you.
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Cool, Lisa. I also like the photo!
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Thank you. I do too! Easy to write to it 🙂
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A cascade or something that reaches a crescendo?
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Gorgeous cascade … and a lovely interpretation of the photography.
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Thank you, Helen!
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Wow the dust and the decay of music is so well resonated in your poem. You even included the windows. Bravo
Happy you dropped by to read mine
Much💜love
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Thanks much, Gillena, glad you like it.
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Wonderful use of form and your words play a wistful melody of a time that once was. Repetition works well in this piece.
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Thanks much, Truedessa.
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You’ve expressed your thoughts so beautifully Li.
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Thanks much, Sadje. The photo had a story to tell. Trying to imagine what it was like before the decay.
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You’re welcome! Yes, spot on with that.
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Love the first stanza Lisa…I guess that is what you call it. I like all of it but the first three lines really got to me.
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Many thanks, Max, glad you connected with it.
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it fit the picture like a glove
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Bravo! the cascade form adds much to the melody of this poem and I especially love that opening line
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Many thanks, Laura!
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When I was growing up, most people owned a piano, and could play at least a melody or two. My father used to play and the whole family would sing along. You’ve really captured that world, lost forever. (K)
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Kerfe, I’m imagining you and your family singing around the piano while your dad plays ❤
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Those were good times.
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When you leave something behind, you separate from every memories that ever existed with it like abandoned songs in forgotten keys.
Brilliant!
The melodies, now dust are residues of a golden age.
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Biko, thank you.
Question: is your name Kenyanito or Biko? I want to make sure I’m addressing you properly.
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You are welcome, Lisa.
Haha. The name is Kenyanito Biko.
Any of them is proper! 😆
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Beautiful in form and poetry. The music is now memory, covered in dust and muted colors.
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Thank you, Susie!
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I love the lilt and flow of the words…
I can imagine that room under water. The photo makes me feel sad, but your poem feels pretty and
uplifting……..so interesting where we get our inspiration from!
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Yes, it is interesting!
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Such a great collabortation of photo and words! Well done, Lisa!!
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Dwight, thanks much! I look at some of these poems and think, did I write that? Poetry seems to come from some other place and we are the transmitters.
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I know. I look back and am amazed sometimes!
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