... just scratching around in my notebook, trying to find a bit of inspiration...! :)) K xx
PRACTICE PIECE
Your space around my words
freeze-frames me
til I’m lost in static.
Elsewhere, you compose
with lightness and air
my broken lineation.
How many beats am I to your bar?
And who put in the rest?
My rhythm’s eaten-up
by the belly of your instrument,
my facial muscles taut
as the gut along your bow.
Since you’re playing me from memory,
diminuendo I take my place:
the stray note left behind your mirror,
only noticed once I’m gone.
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Reviews of "Practice Piece"
Reviewed by Norris Williams (Reader)
Reviewed on December 1, 2007
Not bad for a practice piece. I like the musical imagery and the metaphor of 'My rhythm’s eaten-up/by the belly of your instrument' is pleasing. The final stanza ends the piece well and hits the reader with its sadness.
Your lines are never static, for they are a breath of fresh air blowing in from an ocean of tranquil spices. Enlightening on our souls, your fire of beauty enters into our hearts and minds creating a catalyst that raises us to new heights of creation. Enjoyed
Even within pratice you find a way to evolve the small notes and lines that find their way out of mind and onto the page of poem...practice does make for action of the muse...
nice work...
Art Sun...
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on November 21, 2007
....and on that note, quite some tune you write.
You always write with brilliant dexterity and originality...
A riveting juxtapose between music and relationship. Several aromas in this KB, melancholy, hope, desire to be more ... thankfully there are many insights that come to one when the heart is objective. You are a rare talent!
Blessings and Light ...
Richard
Now, Who was that needing inspiration? Indeed ! For what... another atomic gadget, 'er sumpin'? This is marvelously engineered, and pushes many of my buttons in all sorts of ways. Good writing, too! - Bill
Well sometimes the practise pieces especailly when played by oneself are the sweetest notes of the maestro's wand. This poem and it's analogy is smooth like your smile dear Kate and I enjoyed it so. Hope all is well as I move into the winter here hope you are ready for the winter.
hugs
When looking back we have distorted images. In the real, back then...the pain made loving difficult. Looking back we see an angineered reflection where WE control the pain. It's all excuses to mend hurt.
Best to go forward and never look back. Fantastic images of life and a heart.
Love,
Susan
It shall effect something I play someday & this sentiment will re-appear~love & evol * Ted
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 18, 2007
You don't need to practice . . . You have what you need before you . . . THIS is fantastic, Kate . . . Each verse is a stand alone one and quite marvelous . . . The implications of lost affection and sadness that the one in the poem feels when she realizes to him even her shadow does not make a silhouette . . .
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Ch'erie
Happy Thanksgiving Kate!
Wishing you abundant blessings of love, joy & peace,
Joseph*
nice work...
Art Sun...
You always write with brilliant dexterity and originality...
Be safe,
Karen
Blessings and Light ...
Richard
Love Tinka
Carole~
Your poem says so much when you break down each frame. Played flawlessly as a whole. Blessings Always, Paul.
the melancholy tone is definitely reinforced by the imagery in this one, Kate ...
God bless you. Kathy
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Fee
Best to go forward and never look back. Fantastic images of life and a heart.
Love,
Susan
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Ron
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D