Three soloists
met by chance
in the shimmer of the aspen.
Our unique songs
woven together like a fugue
accompanied by
shadows of clouds on mountains
and light through leaves.
Breaks highlighted each face,
three lives from three coasts,
chords formed from
single truths.
Our lives merged into
one history.
When orchestrated the
patterns of three sets
of single yesterdays
converged.
When we parted,
the melodies remained.
Among our scores
of memories--
her pacific voice,
my lament in counterpoint,
his voice shaded
like bowed strings
of his violin.
© Gay Reiser Cannon All Rights Reserved
The second stanza of this is dripping in such a marvellous way. I absolutely loved this piece. Love and Light, Sender
ReplyDeletehow beautiful when unique songs are woven together and the melodies remain…love it..that touched the musician in me - and more
ReplyDeleteHer pacific voice is a wonderful line. Nice piece!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful orchestration of poetic lines. Also really like the texture of the violin in the image. Great One Shot! "When we parted, the melodies remained..." Nice ending too!
ReplyDeleteI like how you set up the relationship in musical terms. You sustain it well, without overdoing it.
ReplyDeleteVery nice combination of images and personification. The word pictures are magic
ReplyDeleteThis is just beautiful, Gay. I love the images, and the idea of three strangers coming together in an unexpected way to make music, and then going on their way. Such is life.
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone. Dustus I do like getting my images just right. Thanks for noticing.
ReplyDeleteFor everyone .. a little background..just as PattiKen noticed, this was a tribute to two others I met one summer in Aspen. We came together, all the same age, all musical, spent time, hiked, drank tea, played music and then went on our way. I hoped to capture the music that remained of that time.
Thank you for your very kind words.
Breathtaking Bea! your imagery is too beautiful..unique topic and very good words handling, i so much enjoyed this read..:) great one shot! :)
ReplyDeleteVery clever use of words. Loved how you based it on something so special. I think you succeeded in capturing the magic. =)
ReplyDeletewhen you get musicians together that can complement each other it adds such depth to the music...love your description of his voice there in the end...nice one shot!
ReplyDeleteLove the multiple meanings here. Beautiful blend of music and metaphor.
ReplyDeletepatterns of three sets
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converged
Love that part. Beautiful OS.
Thank each of you. I wondered if it needed rhyme but I decided it had enough music in the images and the sounds are there if you listen. Happy to know you think it's successful. Lovely of you to stop by. Please come again.
ReplyDeleteThose beautiful tones resonate into the hearts of those who take in these words.
ReplyDeletehmm I could feel the strings vibrate as one
a One Shot special
moon swaying to the music
Beautiful tapestry of words and picture. It resonated..
ReplyDeleteode to un-puntuated verses
of single yesterdays
ReplyDeleteconverged and his voice shaded
like bowed strings
of his violin.
Beautiful!
Wonderfully picturised and end of the verse is so beautiful... Loved the words "When we parted memories remained..."
ReplyDeleteॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
I can hear the lyrics and the music, or the music may be sufficient. Good poem.
ReplyDeleteThis was simply gorgeous!
ReplyDeletewhen we parted our melodies remained....that is fine music....you pull the art of music to poetry to the beauty of nature....lovely...bkm
ReplyDeleteGay...
ReplyDeleteThis was something very special...
Thanks....G
Thank you G-Man, bkm, Talon, Glynn, and Shashi. All of you had wonderful pieces posted today. I have enjoyed reading everyone's poems today. Every week this gets more satisfying. Thanks to everyone who came by. Please come again and feel free to read things that are not posted for Onestop too.
ReplyDeleteYou've made music spiritual, just as it should be.
ReplyDeleteLyrical both in form and content. A joy to read and feel. Thank you!
ReplyDeletefull of feelings, a great musical poem!
ReplyDeletemusical and emotional,
ReplyDeletewhat a treat!
Well crafted! I enjoyed this very much.
ReplyDeleteBeachanny, you do not 'know' me, nor I you, but THIS post is the first time in over two years that I have read "my story" here. As in "BEEN there, done that"...
ReplyDeleteOne summer years ago I spent in Brevard, NC, a music camp...OH! the memories!!! Th following year found me--violinist in the TRIO--in Lennox MA at Tanglewood. Then on to a symphony orchestra career.
And you have given me this morning more ever than I would have wished for today. SO well presented...I am in LOVE with the graphic-grin!
Thank you SO very much--I have taken this post as written to me alone, a personal "Hello!"
the energy is so high and uplifting, really great!
ReplyDelete"My lament in counterpoint." That is lovely!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful image, beautiful words, beautiful music, beautiful memories.... :) heartspell
ReplyDeleteStrong narrative poem with evocative imagery. Thanks for reading and commenting on my poem. Hope your week goes well.
ReplyDeleteTo John, heartspell, MamaZen, everyday Goddess, Ben, Jingle,Gabriela, Belinda and Anthony. Thank you so very much for your comments. I am heartened that the music and the story has resonated with you. It's as though I really have performed a concert to applause and acceptance. I have read most of yours but haven't commented on every one yet. You are all inspirations. I think acceptance by one's peers is the greatest of compliments. It requires great trust to put one's work out but it reaps such rewards. Again thank you, Gay
ReplyDeleteDear Steveroni, I was quite touched when I read your comment. Your remarks make me so happy. I am glad the little work resonated with you and I dedicate it to you. You may take it for your own. To know that you've lived and written about something that some other person has known and found memorable establishes a special bond.
ReplyDeleteAnd if on your journeys, you run into a fellow violinist named Bill Henry from Manhattan, NYC, NY- tell him he's remembered in a little poem you have :)
this flowed flawlessly....as if the tune was playing through my mind as i read...excellent stuff..cheers pete
ReplyDeleteOh, so beautiful! Thanks
ReplyDeleteNice, very nice :)
ReplyDeleteThis poem did nothing for me.
ReplyDeletePowerful, beautiful poem. Nice imagery. Enjoyed how you described and connected the musical and nature elements. Strong metaphors.
ReplyDelete"Our unique songs
woven together like a fugue
accompanied by
shadows of clouds on mountains
and light through leaves."
Well done.
George
Trio
ReplyDeleteImage. Words. Experience.
That the words and image are breathtaking - that is a gift. The fact that this comes from true experience - blessed we are by the wisdom and love of our own experience.
Lovely work, Gay!
Nino I always value your comments. Again this week I loved reading your work! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteOh George thank you so much for your words. I appreciate so much what you do in the community. I wish you every success with your book. It means a lot to me that you liked this poem and my other submissions. Gay
ReplyDeleteKhaakjaan It's a rare object of any kind that will please everyone. I think you wrote a completely valid statement. It might have been more helpful if you'd added the reason why.
ReplyDeleteThank you tuberider for coming by and reading. It means a lot to me.
ReplyDeleteAnnell I loved seeing your work today. I apologize for not coming by sooner. Lovely images and words as always.
Pete, your comments always count with me. I believe you wouldn't say something works if it doesn't and I take what you say to heart.
ReplyDeleteit's been a long time since i've read something so lovely...
ReplyDeleteyour words haunt, and hold...
and i love the picture. thank you, friend.
Emily I loved your piece today too..so much. I felt as though I'd come to visit. You're always welcome here. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThat image is stunning! and you are a master weaver of the written word...
ReplyDeleteWhen we parted,
the melodies remained.
Among our scores
of memories--
her pacific voice,
my lament in counterpoint,
his voice shaded
like bowed strings
of his violin.
Lush...and, I'm going to say...Lovely!
; )
Lovely Annie
Beautiful imagery Bea and the thought of bring people together and making beautiful memories even more alluring. Lovely oneshot and see you around sometime :)
ReplyDeleteWild Rose~