Discarded Music

A pile of trash in a lonely alley,

and music in the midst of it.

I did not take the time to look closely enough

to recognize what piece of music this is.

I did not even get out of my car, actually.

But the music caught my attention.

As a musician, it is a recognizable set of patterns.

It is familiar, friendly, even seductive.

Seeing it discarded like this brought sadness

and even a kind of pain.

Music is Life;

like blood and oxygen,

it is vital to our existence.

Even in the midst of a mini-landfill,

it reaches out to be recognized.

Taken 25 October 2018.

Chair #10

This chair

may have given up hope

of rescue;

or perhaps it is

playing 'possum;

or it is

slowly -

very, very slowly -

crawling away;

or

maybe it is sunbathing;

or it is just asleep;

or it might have

injured itself

breakdancing;

it has fallen

and

it can't get up.

Taken 8 October 2010.

Abandoned #2

Detritus

displayed

where it was tossed,

settled,

weathered,

piled upon.

An odd sort of

attraction

to it.

Stories

hidden, lost,

embedded

in the castaway

debris

of anonymous,

unintentional

collaborators

in temporary art -

installation,

assemblage,

found-objects,

lost, but immortalized.

Taken 8 October 2010.

Chair #9

OK.

Technically, this is not a 'chair.'

It is what is generally referred to as a 

'love seat.'

Not a lot left to love

about this particular seat, though.

I have to say,

even at the height of

what might have been some

kind of fringe definition of

popularity

for this fabric pattern,

I would have found it difficult

to build a well-decorated room

around this piece,

which, by the way,

was probably accompanied by at least one

larger 'sofa'

and possibly an armchair and

an ottoman

...

with pillows.

Um.

Yeah.

Look closer.

Perhaps this 'chair'

has finally found a suitable home

in the WILD.

Taken 8 October 2010.