GloPoWriMo Day 29
Today, I’d like to challenge you to blend these concepts into your own work, by producing a poem that meditates, from a position of tranquillity, on an emotion you have felt powerfully.
How sad, indeed, that when I go
To set, in writing, things profound,
I find that soon, before I know,
I will depart from serious ground,
Descending into levity,
And playing games with the absurd,
And finding punishment to see
In almost every second word.
I write of spring, and then I get
Instead of budding leaves and things,
The kind of spring that makes you wet,
Or makes you fly with pogo-wings;
With summer I will speculate
If it is done summer the time,
What may the rest give as a fate?
The fete provides arrest in rhyme?
And autumn comes, the leaves now fall
I autumn keep upon that track,
Instead, alas, with fall and all,
To levity I still go back
With winter, autumn fall behind,
I should now think of ice and snow,
But all too soon instead I find
That win, ter stay ahead, I go;
And when I should of seasons think,
I say one should see daughters, too,
And when of hibernation, blink,
For lowbernation should ensue,
No, with regret I must corn clued
A maize zing writing I can’t do,
For I would start a feud on food . . .
Oh, someone else, complete this, do!
© April 2019 Colonialist
And now, to take the ridiculous to the sublime, a rendering of Massenet’s ‘Meditation from Thais’. I regard this as one of the loveliest melodies ever written. It never fails to move me.
Love that music but in this, the piano dominates, it’s too loud, I can barely hear the violin
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*maliciously* Are you sure your upper register hearing isn’t going faulty?
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If that’s the high stuff it’s more than faulty Lesley it’s where all my hearing deficits is so they tell me
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As a piece where the melody line is very much in the violin, and often high, a lot is bound to be lost when hearing is defective in that area.
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Well that’s a relief to know.
I think
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Beautiful, Leslie. Your wonderfully composed piece is indeed special. You met the challenge and then some!
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But it was supposed to be serious! Then it ran away from me, giggling.
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You just couldn’t help yourself 🙂 Well done, though. Wonderful music
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I couldn’t, indeed! Thanks; and it certainly is.
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Such an insightful piece and, in its way, quite emotional: it reveals a lot about you and I speculate whether your usual recourse to levity is a kneejerk reaction to things that may move or upset you—as though you were worried about revealing a deeply sensitive side of yourself, to yourself as much as others. I say all this cod psychology only because I recognise it in myself.
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I hate to admit it, but you may well be right. I am sentimental from an era that was taught to shun that.
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A wistfulness – what was once and can be no more. That’s the way I read it. Massenet’s Meditation is beautiful and never fails to bring a tear.
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Wistfulness, indeed.
‘Meditation’ is high on my Top Twenty with others like Grieg’s Morning Mood and Chanson de Matin by Elgar, and Saint Saens’ The Swan.
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I know the feeling Les, and I love your musical choice.
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It fitted the theme, but another one way up there by way of favourites is ‘Softly Awakes My Heart’ from Samson and Delilah by Camille Saint-Saëns
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