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Sing Me a Song
Place me in a chamber of music
and let my soul soar to the rafters
Immerse me in a pool of quarter notes
until I am soaked to the bone in the tempo of peace
Wrap me in a cocoon of melody and
harmony, stuff my ears with a hymn so
I can obliterate the choir of discord
In the Beginning
Sounds had no order, no form
Each note played randomly,
like early morning birdsong
Chaos was the melody that filled the air
Harmony, just an illusion, a vanishing act
performed by strumming magicians
Instruments rang out in unrhythmic time
and there was no key to unlock the secret
Until someone began to bang the drum –
and music was born
–
Soul Sounds
My soul thrilled to the music of birds
and buzzing bees that lived in the
backyard garden, but this landlocked
soul did not know true music until it
felt the rhythm of ocean moving in the
darkness and heard waves crashing on the beach
—
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 3
Write a triangle poem
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Rhythm Band
the triangle just
kind of dangles from
a piece of string
most children do not choose
it from the box of
noise making instruments
it makes a tiny tingling sound
a merry jingling sound
a not too loud sound
it does not clang
like the cymbals or
rattle like maracas
it does not call
attention to itself
like the drums
but there is always one
the quiet one, the shy one
who loves the magic
of the triangle
Carpe Diem Universal Jane #13 Sijo the Korean poem
Sijo is traditionally composed in three lines of 14-16 syllables each, totaling between 44-46 syllables. A pause breaks each line approximately in the middle; it resembles a caesura but is not based on metrics.
Here is my attempt at this form
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a gentle breeze blowing through dry reeds sang a mournful song
and the nightingale answered with a hopeful melody
young lovers heard neither making, instead, their own sweet music
This week Cee’s black and white challege is about music.
Musician’s at a street fair and a first piano lesson
Carpe Diem #1083 Air (Bach)
~
eyes close
music of a master
filling the air
Carpe Diem #1082 Raindrops (Chopin)
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December rain
drops on a window
winter music
Doldrums and Dragonflies
Even in flight
I am not alone
Cradled
By the zephyrs
Warm embrace
This too is my calm
My inner field of felicity
Double-winged, I will sing
To the flutter of my heart
In shades of iridescence
~
Mish has amazed me once again with this poem inspired by my dragonfly photo.
Check out her blog at mishunderstood to read more of her work and her enjoy her super photography.
At B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond we are finding inspiration in the words of Bob Dylan.
I’ve taken mine from All Along the Watchtower.
Waiting
I’m watching,
waiting for the truth
listening
for sweet songs
telling the stories of peace
that will heal our wounds
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