Qaseem Poetry

sure but subtle
the music infiltrates through the barriers
that confine the most precious of memories
to release them
and expose them
in their grandest nakedness

bequeathed by concern
they are worshiped and loved
gently handled and softly caressed

purged by force
they are hated and despised
rudely mangled and obscenely viewed

when the music is gone
silent and forgotten
they retreat easily
but cold
back to their prisons of finality

waiting
for the turning of the record
that they may be exhumed
and again live
always uncertain
for brief periods of existence

if you look closely
those
are not
tears of joY.

Poet: Byron D Baxter