by Julianza (Julie) Kim Shavin
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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for my father, Norman, in mid-life
You and I listening to Chopin,
a quiver through us both,
somewhat petit mal,
that descending chord,
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,
and you were.
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|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|I hear omission bells in the far distance, somewhat disonant, that so?|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|mesmerizing ... "halfway between complex and stable ..." an echo of remembrance ...|
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|vibrational trip down memory lane. this is very creative julie. enjoyed.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|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,