Soaring
Every orchestral suite
has a note that lingers,
infiltrates the soul,
spirals upwards
as if on angel's wings
until it touches the clouds,
delivering a loved one
before Creator's gaze,
as we, earthbound, pause
for conductors last cue,
for bass strings last vibration,
before bursting into applause
(and sometimes a few tears).
by Margaret Bednar, November 26, 2018
Linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Tuesday Platform".
10 comments:
interesting poem Margaret .... indeed, so often, there is that one note .... that does just build and hold, and lifts ... heavenwards? captivating for the audience, and often, very evocative .... and I like how you've subtly compared this "score" to life's instances as well .... if we remember to stop, and be, in the moment .... it can, even in the rush of the mad melodies, be rather stellar and beautiful.
Your poem soars with beautiful notes
Music can fill most of our needs to lift us up or comfort in sadness to accompany us in laughter and tears. Beautifully written Margaret.
That one note that exalts us - yes, agree! Sometimes we hear but we don't listen and miss it entirely.
That note soars, as does our experience of it. Well penned. :-)
I love your photos of the sky, especially when you capture the birds.. Such a lovely blend of sight and sound in this poem.
I love this!!
Music appreciation in full swing here. You touched a memory cell with the Angels soaring to the clouds. When my mom died we flew to Omaha as soon as we could with thoughts of holding her hand waiting for her last moments. Coming down in landing approach we passed through the prettiest of pretty puffy clouds. The lady across the isle told us that she imagines an angel sitting on every puff. I then imagined with her, Mom soaring to be with those Angels. It turned out that she had died before we could see her alive once more, just about the time we were passing through those clouds. I get happy sad whenever I think of those clouds, each holding its angel.
Oh this takes me back to the days my girls played viola and cello. This so speaks to me of the glory of notes carried heavenward by an orchestra.
I love how you included the music here...
If we listen to it more we'll be better
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