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Saturday, February 28, 2015

One Part Invention

 
The earth leans,
the waves rise up,
the raindrops fall,
the snow piles.

We feel nature's complexity
and reassurance in
steady Bach measures;
the perfect interweaving
of chordal harmonies
fortify our spirit.

Patterns ever changing,
while repeating,
calm and comfort us
with the same warmth
and reassurance
as the kitchen table,
a baking apple strudel.

Our spirits lift.
We forge ahead.

(c) Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved * 2.28.15
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28 comments:

  1. Brian MillerFebruary 28, 2015 at 3:53 PM

    mmm...i would like some strudel...
    backed or baked?

    the cycles go round...what storms we have now will not last...
    and sun..and spring will come again...over and over and over..

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    1. BeachannyMarch 3, 2015 at 6:15 PM

      Maybe I can see my misspellings when I get my eye fixed in a couple of weeks. I am starting to look for red lines...ha, it didn't catch that c before k in baking....OR I could hit Ctrl plus + to magnify this print. aaargh!

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  2. GailFebruary 28, 2015 at 3:56 PM

    We forge ahead...I agree.

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  3. MaryFebruary 28, 2015 at 4:16 PM

    Our lives,I think, move on in 'Bach measures.' Comforted and reassured as we move on, we move ahead into forge ahead into the future. And, yes, the apple pie! Smiles.

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  4. WolfsrosebudFebruary 28, 2015 at 4:17 PM

    we forget how much is happening around us daily in nature... nice capture of this

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  5. AnonymousFebruary 28, 2015 at 4:18 PM

    A perfect poem for me to read on a very snowy Saturday afternoon - I will forge ahead- smiles
    Love the lines
    and metronomically
    the reassurance of
    steady Bach measures
    in perfect interweaving
    of chordal harmonies

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  6. UnknownFebruary 28, 2015 at 5:45 PM

    A gorgeous pairing, you and Bach. There's a beautiful lilt and sway as I go from one to the other and back again. Your gift is a metronomic reassurance in my life, an affirmation, a joy. May you long move your hand across the page as the notes climb and the waves roar!

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  7. ScarletFebruary 28, 2015 at 6:22 PM

    I love the thoughts of nature's steady pulse, warm and reassuring as an apple pie ~ The cycle of life goes on & on ~ Good to see you Gay ~

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  8. Glenn ButtkusFebruary 28, 2015 at 7:11 PM

    We must forge on, cowboy/girl up, for what is the alternative? To be put by our Eskimo children onto an ice flow & pushed out into the bergs in the stream, the big sleep, the dirt nap? Not today, sister. There's a lot more Springs to come yet in my knapsack.

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  9. DelainaFebruary 28, 2015 at 7:32 PM

    Brillant! What a gift this poem is.

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  10. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerFebruary 28, 2015 at 7:57 PM

    I think if you listen, you can find God in Bach's works--I know he did

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    1. BeachannyFebruary 28, 2015 at 8:07 PM

      I do. There is something mystical that happens to me every time I play or listen to his music. It's never easy, and I've found that no two people play the same piece the same way - no matter how exact one tries to be, one emphasizes certain phrases over others letting one's heart rule and charge through the separate but equal streams of music.

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  11. GabriellaFebruary 28, 2015 at 8:17 PM

    Your poem reminds me that Mozart and Bach, because of the near perfection of their music are used for music therapy. Some of my favorite classical music is by Bach.

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    1. BeachannyFebruary 28, 2015 at 8:29 PM

      Mozart was my first love...and I remain ever faithful to him. He was an easy place to begin and even with arthritic thumbs I manage his sonatas still with relative ease. His concertos, sonatas and symphonies are a constant joy. Some gifts from God pour through their makers - the best poetry feels that way, Michelangelo's art feels that way too.

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  12. Ginny BrannanFebruary 28, 2015 at 10:06 PM

    There is a comfort in knowing that though things change:weather, seasons, patterns, life…that also in some ways remain predictably the same. Often think life is like a Möbius strip, that we have all been here before. Lovely capture, Gay.

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  13. brudbergMarch 1, 2015 at 1:04 AM

    The way a piece of music can move you with its complex simplicity is amazing. My favourites are a others but still I can so much relates that music has a way of carrying us through life with gentle hands.

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  14. AnonymousMarch 1, 2015 at 1:45 AM

    forging ahead is what we must do.

    in state, faithful lying

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  15. ClaudiaMarch 1, 2015 at 3:36 AM

    there's such a sense of warmth and comfort in that strudel image - and the promise that there'll be a new dawn again and again...

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  16. lucychiliMarch 1, 2015 at 4:45 AM

    yes the music has the feel of water and waves. the pattern and variation of nature.

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  17. OutlawyerMarch 1, 2015 at 9:05 AM

    Ah-- sweet--you integrate music in your words so beautifully--here the Bach--in your other poems the Adagio and various musical words--all cantabile--thanks. k. (Manicddaily)

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  18. Myrna R.March 1, 2015 at 10:38 AM

    Music does soothe the soul. So does your poem. Lovely.

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  19. Marina SofiaMarch 1, 2015 at 10:49 AM

    I may prefer Mozart, but can see why you chose the almost metronomic precision and predictability of Bach for this poem. It's that calm and repeat-ability that we all crave.

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  20. SusanMarch 1, 2015 at 12:24 PM

    I'll take the music and the struedel--and maybe then be comforted that the sleet prevents me from going to my meeting!

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  21. my heart's love songsMarch 1, 2015 at 3:21 PM

    we must hold onto whatever brings us peace and security during the storms of life... at least with the weather, we know that spring is on the horizon.

    hope you are well, Gay!
    ♥

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  22. TruedessaMarch 1, 2015 at 3:25 PM

    There is something comforting about the smell of baked apples..it brings a sense of peace.

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  23. UnknownMarch 1, 2015 at 9:10 PM

    love how this end with such comfort... my mom's meatloaf and banana pudding are what send me to heaven and back again... heheh

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  24. Rosemary Nissen-WadeMarch 1, 2015 at 9:31 PM

    Words and music much to be enjoyed!

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  25. hyperCRYPTICalMarch 2, 2015 at 3:02 AM

    Lovely soothing words.
    Anna :o]

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