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harpa song
♪harpa song ♪
And tears are heard within the harp I touch. ~ Petrarch
to pull so many strings
means many, many things
my plectrum moments fill the earth
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with sad songs and with songs of mirth
and prime arpeggios
whence every passion flows
how delicate the touch
where little is so much
that in the quiet of love's pipedream
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hope's ripples are a flowing stream
whose cadences caress
without slightest duress!
a prelude in the morn
signals when day is born
before us lies the open road
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with each abundant episode
where pregnant fires of hope
secure us with time's rope
an interlude at noon
may flute a rapid tune
against a shadowless expanse
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on which glissandic spirits dance
caught by day's swift decline
with elegies supine
when sombre moods of eve
inhale night's soft, slow breve
the postlude of my harpa song
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no longer can its wake prolong
sweet death of ninety strings
new life to music brings
© Copyright 2021 March 26
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
And tears are heard within the harp I touch. ~ Petrarch
to pull so many strings
means many, many things
my plectrum moments fill the earth
0------------------------------------------------------0
with sad songs and with songs of mirth
and prime arpeggios
whence every passion flows
how delicate the touch
where little is so much
that in the quiet of love's pipedream
0---------------------------------------------------0
hope's ripples are a flowing stream
whose cadences caress
without slightest duress!
a prelude in the morn
signals when day is born
before us lies the open road
0---------------------------------------0
with each abundant episode
where pregnant fires of hope
secure us with time's rope
an interlude at noon
may flute a rapid tune
against a shadowless expanse
0------------------------------------------------0
on which glissandic spirits dance
caught by day's swift decline
with elegies supine
when sombre moods of eve
inhale night's soft, slow breve
the postlude of my harpa song
0-------------------------------------------0
no longer can its wake prolong
sweet death of ninety strings
new life to music brings
© Copyright 2021 March 26
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Published 29th Mar 2021
Author's Note
View visual:
http://mydo.cx/NTY3YWNi
The word "Harp" was first used around 600 AD to describe a plucked string instrument.
http://mydo.cx/NTY3YWNi
The word "Harp" was first used around 600 AD to describe a plucked string instrument.
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29th Mar 2021 7:16pm
That was the first time I ever followed a link to a full document like that. How cool lol I am not very technically skilled. Your write has a rather elegant and passionate equipoise in your lilting rhyme. I love the usage of terms like plectrum, arpeggios, glissandic, postlude. I love when I have to look things up and learn. You've captured that soul ecstasy of music. It's good to know you Cab.
30th Mar 2021 2:31am
Most grateful am I for your kind affirmation, DC. Just about all my poems have links to online versions, which I call visuals, although only a few readers go there (perhaps because the link is not clickable). The advantage is that the graphics are far more accessible for colour and size/decipherability.
My music vocabulary often creeps into my poetry; I see a continuum in the arts, after all. In your perceptiveness, you have picked up all these elements with ease.
I must tell you that I also write songs. My poems come from a different slant from my songs, however; whereas songs can draw power from melodic and harmonic lines, poetry must stand alone as the naked word, without such defense.
Your R/L takes everything to another level; thank you for the honour.
Sincerely
cab
My music vocabulary often creeps into my poetry; I see a continuum in the arts, after all. In your perceptiveness, you have picked up all these elements with ease.
I must tell you that I also write songs. My poems come from a different slant from my songs, however; whereas songs can draw power from melodic and harmonic lines, poetry must stand alone as the naked word, without such defense.
Your R/L takes everything to another level; thank you for the honour.
Sincerely
cab
