Concerto Minimoso
by Julianza (Julie) Kim Shavin
Thursday, November 18, 2010
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for my father, Norman, in mid-life |
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You and I listening to Chopin,
a quiver through us both,
taken, staring,
somewhat petit mal,
(in retrospect),
that descending chord,
indelible cascade
that didn't resolve to its tonic
but instead, to the minor sixth,
f minor: the everything of that.
Years pass and again
the deceptive cadence
the master wrote,
I heard,
and you were.
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Julianza, Inkling
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| Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER |
11/22/2010 |
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| I hear omission bells in the far distance, somewhat disonant, that so? |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
11/19/2010 |
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| mesmerizing ... "halfway between complex and stable ..." an echo of remembrance ... |
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| Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader) |
11/19/2010 |
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| vibrational trip down memory lane. this is very creative julie. enjoyed. |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
11/18/2010 |
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This seems to have deep meaning which, of course, I do not understand; but your verses express something that I can feel. Thanks for sharing, Julie. Love and peace,
Regis |
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