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Starless Night Ponder
Night performs her haunting echoes
She is neither shy nor unwilling
Yet she is holding back her shine
There are no stars out tonight
Not even a Bethlehem guiding light
Who can fathom the depths of desire
When not even a blink from heaven
Strays into the thought of face
Looking upward hoping to hear of
Stars watching lowly humans below
Why is life moaning under a weight
Of contours, of borders, of delineations?
Who will spill a jar of watercolour
Wet on wet without care of spaces
Only shapes misting on smudgy
Areas to suffice
© gillena cox 2023
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
Challenge today: is to choose a piece of instrumental music (no songs,
but I am happy for you to choose a piece of jazz or instrumental rock if you don’t
like classical music) that speaks to you, and write a poem either about the piece,
including information about its composer and content,
or whatever it conjures in your head.
If possible, add a link to the piece of music.
Here is a selection of poems about music:
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Beautifully done, Gillena. Great music and your poem fits it so well. You boarders and watercolor analogy is wonderful. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Dwight
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Cloudy nights are not my favorite either. We get a lot of those, fog from Galveston comes up the 60 miles as clouds. We often don't even see the sun till around 10 in the morning.
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Happy you dropped by Jim
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I hadn’t come across this piece of music before, Gillena, thank you for introducing me to it as I love the cello, one instrument I would have love to have learned. The starless night certainly comes through in the music, ‘neither shy nor unwilling’ and I love that ‘there are no stars out tonight / not even a Bethlehem guiding light’ and the lines:
ReplyDelete‘Who will spill a jar of watercolour
Wet on wet without care of spaces
Only shapes misting on smudgy
Areas to suffice’.
Thank you for your appreciation Kim
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Beautiful poem and music, Gillena! 💙
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Merril
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Gorgeous rendering of all the passion of the music, Gillena! I love the heart-cry of this: "Why is life moaning under a weight/Of contours, of borders, of delineations?" -- Why indeed? And if only the energy of music and words could free the world from them.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Dora
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Loved the last stanza particularly!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Petru
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Nice Gillena. I really enjoyed shallows. This was wonderful excellent poem as well. Good job my friend🙂✌🏼🫶🏼
ReplyDeleteThanks gor youe appreciation Rob
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I loved the music (and it is now added to the playlist)... in winter I fear the clear night and stars as it can be very cold... this morning we had -14 C when I left the house... a cloudy night make a warmer morning.
ReplyDeleteWarm Wishes and thanks for dropping by Björn. I'm glad you enjoyed the music
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ReplyDeleteThe music video and poem you composed are both exquisite, Gillena.
Thanks for your appreciation Helen
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The poem made me think of poetry of Yeats. " Looking upward hoping to hear of
ReplyDeleteStars watching lowly humans below" - this image specifically reminds me that I often see and use similar images when writing, trying to bridge the distance between the unseen celestial and humanity on Earth. The call for spilling watercolour is just genius, and so lovely, and it feels like it sprouts from the composition you shared so well.
Thanks for your appreciation Oloriel
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Gorgeously rendered, Gillena! 💖💖
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Sanaa
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