Goldmund, were

Goldmund, were
To the personage of my youth & the sorrows ‘she’ may have known
‘Goldmund’ a german name, literally: Goldmouth
6 february 2022

What wind you sailed on…. a Weathercat frozen moment on a stick

Goldmund,
were your
golden mouth
now, lips
that opened
out in smile,
eyes that
lifted morning
toward me,
were your
mouth in
softness
speaking,
i would
know the
tale
Goldmund,
where did
you hide
yourself?
lost in days

moment

moment
to Frank Le Baige
18 april 2013, bucklands beach

‘gold bound in shadow’, a Weathercat snip of late

a young guy
in a windbreaker
looking out at
the setting sun
on that shore
in the wind
that buffeted
him hands in
pocket brought
you to mind
and that
strain of
sombre strings
from the car
radio, the
classical station
Gustav Mahler
something that
only held
together in
this moment
a tear on
the cheek
that you could
even say shone
in that sun
gold bound
in shadow.

Acknowledgements to poetry.org.nz where this poem was first posted in 2016.
Copyright © 2016 Peter Le Baige. All Rights Reserved

Click on the link above to hear a reading of the poem.  The accompanying music is from the opening movement (Andante comodo) of Gustav Mahler’s  9th Symphony in a live performance here by the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra conducted by  Leonard Bernstein.

 

the tending

the tending
december 2018

tending to the glow……….. a Weathercat nap of the day quote in light

to care
is
to take in
what you cannot
swallow
to breathe in
what could
stop your breath,
by a fluke
of heart
knowing,
sharp as a
pinched
nerve,
that
we shall
find each other’s
hands however
far we are torn
from understanding
in the war of fear
we shall lose
till won
in the touch
of others, our
touch upon
them

Copyright ©2022 Peter Le Baige.  All Rights Reserved

Click on the link above to hear a reading of the poem.  The accompanying music is from the third movement, ‘Melodia’, of Béla Bartók’s ‘Sonata for Solo Violin, Sz. 117, here performed by Yehudi Menuhin in a 1947 recording.