Monday Poetry Train-Overture

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Overture

Music, like a smooth beat of emotion
Plays along with my days
It can soar to eye-watering crescendos
Or pulse in rhythmic steadiness
It can come in the form of a whisper
Hushed
A small tap, tap, tap
That if ignored too long
Becomes a sharp thump on the nose

Sometimes, it’s a lone female soprano
Strong, yet slightly hollow
A sound not unlike the wood flute
Mystical, ethereal
Something of such pure beauty
My heart arrests
And I have to stop
Stand perfectly still
To better to absorb her plea

At times, voices join
In harmonic waves of evocative chorus
Each one sings of this very moment
Joy, sorrow
Discovery, enlightenment
Theirs is a cry for the listener to stop
To pay attention
There is a beauty, you know
To this rhythm of life

There are other times
When the music is loud
A heavy metal clamor
That beats a staccato at the
Base of my skull
Are you awake?  Are you aware?
Are you plumbing your very depths to discover truth
Or are you afraid?
Afraid of what, really?

But then,
Then come those oh so few quiet times
When you hear that whisper
A lullaby,
A sweet, sweet song of promise
It chants softly in reminder
That in every breath
Every delicate beat of sound
There is something of purpose
A reason for you.

———-

One I wrote a long time ago and just recently found.  Needs serious work, but I’m fighting the beginnings of a monster headache and have a lot of work piled up on my desk.  So, it can be good to share what a WIP looks like, eh? <g>

Don’t forget to take a ride on Rhian’s Monday Poetry Train and feel free to join in!

Stay tuned, I’ll have some great music recommendations coming up this week.

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About Rinda Elliott

Writer.I love unusual stories and credit growing up in a family of curious life-lovers who moved all over the country. Books and movies full of fantasy, science fiction and romance kept us amused, especially in some of the stranger places. For years, I tried to separate my darker side with my humorous and romantic one. I published short fiction, but things really started happening when I gave in and mixed it up. When not lost in fiction, I love making wine, collecting music, gaming and spending time with my husband and two children. I’m represented by Miriam Kriss of the Irene Goodman Agency.
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15 Responses to Monday Poetry Train-Overture

  1. gautami says:

    Nothing compares with music.

    Very well worded poem.

  2. Sparky Duck says:

    a great poem, especially since everything in the world is sorta musical in its rthymn and temper.

  3. Excellent poem, Rinda! Music is very reflective of our lives, changing moment by moment, mood by mood.

  4. Lisa Andel says:

    Music has been a major part of my life too. But I don’t think I’ve ever quite thought of it this way. Thank you.

  5. Jill says:

    I really like the way you compare every ways that music comes into your life!!

  6. relliott4 says:

    Thanks everyone! I wasn’t too sure about posting this one, so you all made me smile! Music makes life worth it, eh?

  7. Anne Douglas says:

    The train seems to have made a musical stop today. I really couldn’t imagine my life without music in it.

  8. That last stanza hit me hard. Nice job. I wouldn’t tweak with it.

  9. rhian says:

    This plowed right across my brain like a tank:
    “Are you awake? Are you aware?
    Are you plumbing your very depths to discover truth
    Or are you afraid?”

    I can’t tell you how relevant so many of the poems this week are to me personally. Frightening actually.

  10. julia says:

    These lines are my favorites:
    “Theirs is a cry for the listener to stop
    To pay attention
    There is a beauty, you know
    To this rhythm of life”
    Perhaps because I’m a choruster…
    Really enjoyed your poem. Glad you rediscovered it.

  11. relliott4 says:

    Thank you. I was in a good place when I wrote this. Reminds me to take the time for music and for the music of life. 🙂

  12. Jen says:

    Music definitely makes life worth it. I think I’d be stark raving mad if it weren’t for that. *s*

    I think you have a good rhythm in the poem, Rinda.

    The poetry train got derailed for me yesterday, too stressed out with the goings-on with my dad. But it’ll be back on track next week.

  13. relliott4 says:

    I hope your dad is okay, Jen. 🙂

  14. Jen says:

    He’s finally feeling fine and finally home as of an hour ago.

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