Robert M. Simmons  

from Tracings (Poems 1964-1992)

         The Music Room

 (Fernwood Apartments, 1964)

All is sealed in by Persian drapes

with red poppies and purple grapes

hand printed.

On umber painted plaster walls

in frame of polished brass

abstract pink and orange pastels

tremble under antique glass.

The brown and white crock

sits heavily on the frail stand

but holds a flower of delicate hue,

a pinkish blue.

On the bookcase

the turntable

has been spinning

so monotonously,

but quickens pace with the swelling music

until each fills with all

and all seems still.

                            © 2005 by Robert M. Simmons

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The Music Room