Monday, February 7, 2011

MUSIC HATH CHARMS


Melodic memories, triggered by random turns
of phrase, a new page in your book of dreams.
It surely seems that a mind can be shaken or stirred
into a whir of activity. You possess a proclivity for
drawing upon the past long enough gone
to notate upon the staff of your life;
it is a song composed with ethos and verve.
Steeling your nerve, thrown caution becomes windblown
and all are shown the power of your voice.
A flash-back to a day when music was an ally
to rely upon, a trigger for thoughts nurtured
in the womb of your fertile mind. Gestation,
born of elation for all your songs relate;
it is never too late to write your score.
The more you remember, more tender the melody.

12 comments:

  1. memories of melody in a page of the book of dreams,
    how beautiful.

    very poetic and elegant imagery, have fun.

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  2. rhythm is backbone
    melody is sentiment
    harmony is soul

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  3. Your word choices and images are delicious.

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  4. Lovely sentiments and well crafted.
    Iris

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  5. I write about music alot too so I really enjoyed this poem. It was unique in its play on words!

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  6. wow! lovely! great diction.

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  7. Bravo! You never disappoint. The inner rhyme makes this poem as melodic as your memories. :)

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  8. Your choice of words and their flow are flawless and gorgeous!

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  9. I love how you incorporate music into your poetry. Reminds me of someone I know who's a musician.

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  10. WoW! Lovely, melodic sentiments in this one.

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  11. Loved the poem, most of all the concluding lines. It's never too late..that's what I say too:-)

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