Notes Found On The Refrigerator July 2017

12 Aug

A Melancholy song

Songs are hidden in the words we speak. —sometimes in harmony

with the background hum of those we did not

know or ever meet.


 Our melody can sometimes be disheartening

 as well as our belly aching, vomiting

between the screeching cacophonous dominant notes

we may have perceived.


My music repetitively keeps playing yesterday’s Rock & Roll songs,

Rhythm & Blues songs, gospel’s black and white songs

—they are all fine—


 But, go to the window and lift the shade

and hum them—

 as you look at the sun and the future of rain.


Sing off-key if you must —loud and unalarmed.

Sing the songs that are hidden in the conscience that spoke without a word-

putting you in music unharmed.


Hum the song for unity in freedom

that has morally and musically given us;

without disrespect to life in the words

or thoughts written in our songs.

Or, what we sing.


The Banjo Player

    I was talking to an old banjo player, pushing a 103 yrs old the other day. I asked him how his band was doing. “Well,” he said, wiping his face with one hand. “It’s over. There were four of us. One is dead, which left three of us unable to play his part and ours at the same time. Besides that, one is as Cuckoo as a broken string. The other young fella, in his late eighties, besides losing his hair has also, seemingly, lost the beat. Towards the end, we realized we were all playing different tunes insisting the other guy was messing up… and looking at each other with the stare of “each of us had better catch-up”. And, what was worst, when we were all on the same song, forgetting the words, we would automatically pick people out in the audience and break out into “Happy Birthday, to You…”.

We still keep in touch…”’

    There was a moment of silence, thinking he was reminiscing when he suddenly blurted out, “Now where was I? Oh ya! That was quite a box of good cigars”, sitting back in his chair with a great big smile.


Oh sea glass greening

Passing through low and high tides

Speckling at my feet


 The path once well-worn

 Through the passing of my youth

Is now overgrown



Posted by on August 12, 2017 in Existential, Experimental, Hi-Koo, Love, Poetry, Prose Poetry, war, Zen


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21 responses to “Notes Found On The Refrigerator July 2017

  1. Beverly Crawford

    August 15, 2017 at 6:21 pm

    …”Sing if you must, sing loud and unafraid” … YES!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Rall

    August 14, 2017 at 10:36 am

    I can see you as a banjo player:)

    Liked by 1 person

  3. annell4

    August 14, 2017 at 9:38 am

    A delightful write and I love your note about the piece! How cute…or is it? Maybe it is just how it is, we really play our own song, later on?

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    August 14, 2017 at 8:04 am

    Yes, I feel the path should be well worn but mine is also overgrown.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. thotpurge

    August 13, 2017 at 9:04 pm

    That last haiku is an absolute beauty..summing it all up perfectly.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Jae Rose

    August 13, 2017 at 8:45 pm

    You had me singing along ZQ!

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Mary

    August 13, 2017 at 8:20 pm

    There is really something about that old music, isn’t there?

    Liked by 1 person

  8. mhatter99

    August 13, 2017 at 7:56 pm

    Thanh you for these wonders, The banjo player was , my favorite.

    Liked by 1 person

  9. ayala zarfjian (@ayalazarfjian)

    August 13, 2017 at 7:12 pm

    Love the images. Great capture.

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Gillena Cox

    August 13, 2017 at 6:50 pm

    Luv the Banjo player haibun, Today. Happy you linked up at my Sunday Standard

    much love…

    Liked by 1 person

  11. Sherry Blue Sky

    August 13, 2017 at 1:45 pm

    Oh my God! This is spectacular! I especially love – and can see – the banjo player. I got such a hoot out of the vision of them playing together, shooting each other looks, LOL. And your closing poem zaps me in the heart, akin to the EMT’s trying to revive our long-gone youth. Smiles. Now THAT is some good writing! How are you doing, kiddo?

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  12. Donna@LivingFromHappiness

    August 13, 2017 at 1:37 pm

    You have the most amazing notes on your refrigerator 🙂

    Loved it all but especially,

    ‘ The path once well-worn
    Through the passing of my youth
    Is now overgrown’

    Liked by 1 person

  13. Sanaa Rizvi (@rizvi_sanaa)

    August 13, 2017 at 1:24 pm

    ‘Songs are hidden in the words we speak. —sometimes in harmony with the background hum of those we did not know or ever meet.’ Love this!💖

    Liked by 1 person

  14. Suyash

    August 13, 2017 at 1:20 pm

    Dan that’s one fine story!

    Liked by 1 person

  15. Beverly Crawford

    August 13, 2017 at 1:09 pm

    So much to enjoy here. Beautiful poem. Great story of the old banjo player, and I love the words
    “The path once well worn through the passage of my youth is now overgrown” …

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  16. humbird

    August 13, 2017 at 12:41 pm

    Ah, it’s so nostalgic, but I love the dominant sounds, and they are not cacophony for me. And yes, we can express everything just in humming…. Love your story, funny and sad. it’s okay to play different songs sometimes, just stay on the same scale…Reminded me playing in the band, however, we were trying to listen to each other…fun! great post, ZQ!

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  17. Julian

    August 13, 2017 at 12:35 pm

    one is as Cuckoo as a broken string. …….love this line. Thank you for another enjoyable read, it made me smile in places and that is a good thing.

    Liked by 1 person

  18. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    August 13, 2017 at 11:22 am

    I think it is a celestial music you describe. I like the advice to sing off-key ‘if you must’. (I’m afraid I must.)

    Liked by 1 person

  19. Sumana Roy

    August 13, 2017 at 11:16 am

    If only our language were a melody song, the earth would be a paradise. Thank god for the poets 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  20. Truedessa

    August 13, 2017 at 10:27 am

    That was such an interesting read! I thought of how often in life we travel to the sound of our own beat. Out of tune or in tune with a new sense of reality. Hey, it’s always someone’s birthday!

    Liked by 1 person

  21. mindmatters

    August 13, 2017 at 8:41 am

    very nice!

    Liked by 1 person


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