Reaching out, shoulder, extended arm
quieted countenance pulsing with
disquieted conflictions. Lips part, slowly
forming meanings. Words alone are
far to faint to show what is implied
and notes can never be enough--and so
in utter desperation
a song
Love at perfection personified
Hate boiling over in minor thirds
Vivace! life...Oh, but to live
Poverty brought to utter desperation
Lives crumple in the master's hands
a song
And then the music stops
The swooning, spirited expression of all
that lies within every man dies
in silence. And nothing was done
to save the moment. And nothing was done
to pause the decay. And nothing
will ever be done if the song falls upon
deaf ears. Desperation beseeches, calls
listen--listen, live, love, hate
for without such emotion silence ensues
and with such silence decay takes hold
and with decay, the clay man crumbles
a song
Salvation comes in stripes and dots
spattered across the blank pages of humanity
Denied by the masses who cannot--who will not
understand the loss and naught is done
Yet all it takes, a singular effort, a moment
of human weakness
a song
Author notes
A mix of 2 (music, theatre and the human plight, all of which is semi-implied) 4 (oh to escape the decay of an uncultured society...) and 5 (the human plight is very inspiring)
If I wrote it strictly on #5, it would take all my efforts not to explode at the neglegence of a society...sigh. I can't take it anymore...VALUE ME!
Much Love.
A contest entry
- Music, Art, Drama and Dance: An Arts Advocacy Contest by Moonlit-Reveries.
600 points, ended April 1, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Beautiful
You were best in the 2nd and last verses. They were great! The third was also good, but its being so long took away from its beauty. Being an avid musician, I really enjoyed it. The best part:
"Yet all it takes, a singular effort, a moment
of human weakness
a song."
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Very nice heartfelt work here. Music adds so much emotion and power to words and takes them into a new dimension.
I liked your 2nd stanza from the end and thought it was very clever in how you described the music on the page and how they come to life.
One little suggestion: instead of human weakness try something else, I'm not sure what though, perhaps "Pure humanity". Just the meaning of the word weakness feel out of place because opening up your emotions and turning it into beautiful music to share with the world is really a strength in away. hmm, what about trying human sensitivity instead? It's totally up to you what you decide to do with this, poetically human weakness works out and the rest of the poem is so perfect so I won't hold that against this work.
As for your thoughts on writing a strictly option #5 poem, I think our society needs an explosion to wake them up and if we can turn that emotion into beautiful poetry, I think it would be a good idea. I can certainly relate to that explosive feeling.
Thanks for the entry and bet of luck in my contest. -
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I have always felt that music is mans weakness. When words dissert him, when feelings tumble over him that he cannot explain, that he cannot articulate, he has music--music that says everything and nothing; the overbearing silence of humanity is destroyed, even for a moment, so that he can vocalize what is eating away at him or changing his very soul
Music is power in the weakness--the sort of strength only brokeness can bring (yes, there are gavottes and arabesques, but there is always a deeper soul, especially when you look at a composer's greater body of work) That's why it needs to be the weakness of man--because without music, man rots away into a husk--a souless shell.
(I think I have some passion connected to this subject, don't you
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option 5 would look something like this
WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING YOU POMPOUS JERK--YOU UNCULTURED BAFOON! DO YOU REALIZE YOU ARE DESTROYING LIVES, PEOPLE, TALENTS, AND THE ONE THING I LOVE!
(this goes on for several pages)
Thanks for the encouragement
Much Love.
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