Beethoven Is On The Number 63 Bus Poem by Hazel Durham
Beethoven Is On The Number 63 Bus
The traffic is bad
But the soothing, breathing and living music
Of Beethoven is no fad,
The bus stops then starts off with all emotions squeezed here,
The elderly some bent over but their dignity still there,
The exuberant young with life jumping from their eyes,
He drives the bus with his constant beloved Beethoven serenading
Like Beethoven is conducting from free changing skies,
Infiltrating some lives in tatters, shattered because they matter,
The route across the city is as familiar as the beauty of the sound,
That strikes the hearts and souls of the passengers all around,
He glances in the front view mirror he see's an old wrinkled man,
But his brown eyes jump with life,
Dignity and grace spills out into a waterfall of passion
Like his love for his wife,
He drives the bus with life jumping from his brown eyes,
He wants to forget the world and all it's lies,
As the passion of sound moves hearts and souls
Coming from the eternity of everlasting skies,
Driving down grey streets and rain sodden roads,
Beethoven is on the number 63 bus,
He drives the passengers back to the sanctuary of their abodes,
Freeing tortured souls of their heavy loads,
The sound of beauty unleashed driving along familiar rain sodden roads.
I am a music man and I see the genius in your words, some of your expressions used in this poem is poetry at its best! Yes the exuberant Young with life jumping from their eyes, Beethoven is conducting from free flowing skies, and the passion of sound, all on bus #63, I truly enjoyed this poem of yours...Beethoven would be proud!
I am absolutely loving this- -I am putting it on my fav list- -I am giving it a huge 10++++++++++++++++++++- -and I want PH to make this poem of the day. Your theme is marvelously human, your writing is so in tune [no pun intended], and I love your word choices and what you did in this line: : Infiltrating some lives in tatters, shattered because they matter, - - - -I am a great fan of interior rhyming! ! ! ! A huge write, Hazel! ! !
The tedium of a bus journey is forgotten if there is music playing in the back ground. The power of music is indescribable, that it drowns all the blues and fills one with a celestial joy! If it is the music of a maestro like Beethoven, the effect would be overwhelming....! Beautiful rendition and powerful diction, Hazel!
But his brown eyes jump with life, Dignity and grace spills out into a waterfall of passion Like his love for his wife, He drives the bus with life jumping from his brown eyes, - -A lovely poem.Music has tremendous effect on its surroundings.I like how you relate Beethoven's music with the jovial spirit of the young man driving the bus.
I really enjoyed this poem; music can help you get home again - A 10
The sound of beauty unleashed driving along familiar rain sodden roads. That's how the painful and tiring journey of life gets some reliefs and hopes to arrive at the destination That's how I am also getting a few momentsby writing a poem and peacefully travelling to the last station.
The tediousness in a bus journey is vanished if music is going on in the bus with its motion. Music can make the young or old exuberance. These have been inscribed in this poem so nicely that it is able to attract the readers to read once again. Let it be quoted some lines... Infiltrating some lives in tatters, shattered because they matter, The route across the city is as familiar as the beauty of the sound, That strikes the hearts and souls of the passengers all around,
The tediousness in a bus journey is vanished if music is going on in the bus with its motion. Music can make the young or old exuberance. These have been inscribed in this poem so nicely that it is able to attract the readers to read once again. Let it be quoted some lines...
I just had to read this again, Hazel. This is what is called a pearl above price. I'll try and give it another 10 and see if PH lets me vote twice! I utterly love this poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Waaaaaah, the observation, melancholic relationship between melody, scene and a story...all worked as one to live in this poem, i think this is quite different than your other beautiful poems...and i love the new feeling you added to it, i just like it very much :) Keep it up Hazel :) and happy sunday!