tearful nights

Linking to dVerse poetics where Amaya asks us to “cry me a river” with music.


 

why do i love you still

so deeply it hurts?

cry of man’s solo voice

breaks lonely hearts

sigh of flute’s minor-keyed

lament clearly haunts

try to release emotion in

sealed letters unsent

nigh insane from promised

satin nights unspent

fly to LOVE himself, the

primal truth unbent.

 

For me, this old song is crying put to music. To love is to be vulnerable and to risk not being reciprocated…but we love anyway and love is real; powerful, often painful.

The Moody Blues first recorded this song in 1967 and here they reunited to sing it again years later.

In my youthful innocence, I first thought the words were “knights in white satin” ūüôā¬† I play flute so I’m drawn to the instrument’s mellow sound.

For believers, love songs can also reflect God’s amazing love for us!

el condor pasa

Final post for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s¬†¬†journey into the Andes…

 

high in the andes

condor circles mountain pass

music of pan flute

 

 

 

European tour: Ireland

Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai hosts virtual tour of Europe this month.

 

bonny emerald isle

ancient monastery walls

flute plays Celtic tunes

 

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(photo credit: CDHK)

spring notes

Playing with tan renga form at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

forgotten flute

shadows of leaves
cover the open holes
her flute forgotten
                         (© Jane Reichhold)
 

she dances with woodland nymphs

notes floating on music of trees

(c) lynn__

winter rose

(Listen to choir recording here…with lyrics)


 

haunting winter hymn

lo, how a rose e’er blooming

flute plays minor key

 

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photo copyright: kanzensakura            (used with permission)

This  traditional Christmas carol sings a haunting melody, particularly when breathed through a flute. The flowing hymn hearkens back to Cologne, Germany in the 16th century during an evening snowfall. A high Renaissance tune which switches from solemnity to dance-like quality and back again, in half-frozen syncopation.

Originally sung in adoration of the virgin’s purity,¬†Lutherans (ever¬†reforming!) later tweaked the words to change its focus to Jesus Christ. As the hope of Israel, he fulfills the prophecies of Isaiah, appearing as the Branch, a stem from Jesse‚Äôs root, and the Rose of Sharon.

 

A rose in winter…totally unexpected and glorious!


 

Thanks to Toni for hosting the haibun prompt at dVerse and sharing the lovely photo of her mature quince tree blooming prematurely.

 

 

cozy comfort, aye

 

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Irish peppermint is mite refreshing cup o’ tea on snowy eve!

 

music from Slow players.org

music from Slow players.org