The Symphony of Me

Chicago_Symphony_Orchestra_2005

It opens allegretto lively arpeggios as an oboe solo.
The stage is strewn with Marguerites.
This opening movement begins in sets of call-responses in G major.
In sonata form, it advances to a minor key played by strings,
rising to a frantic crescendo then culminating by the repeat of that plaintive oboe.

The second movement continues in lilting 6/8 waltz time,
a melody having a lazy dreaminess shifting in and out of keys in major and minor;
midway through, the tempo changes to a set of quick mood swings.
The latter part takes up themes from the first movement once again changing keys.
Built with clarity and steady rhythms the closing melody shines sublime.

The third section sings in andante cantabile, a fugato of four voices:
a constant swirling and weaving of themes, each voice expressing different things.
Each playing in counterpoint to the others but the whole accelerating to a Viennese.
The figures circle then return to andante, each song highlighted in razor
sharp relief before being united one last time as each instrument rejoices.

The last section, full blown allegro vivace, hearkens nature’s sounds.
Beginning with flutes and clarinets to mimic mockingbirds and parakeets;
the melody raises the initial plaintive tune as each motif becomes a treasure.
The rise and falls are like sun and moon, the turns, rotations; the starts and endings–
lullabies ascend into strains that arc to triple forte, a conclusion that knows no bounds.

© Gay Reiser Cannon * 9.11.2014 * All Rights Reserved
Posted for d’Verse Poets hosted today by Karin Gustafson. The prompt is an extended metaphor. The form is a Karousel which was invented by David James. See my article here:
https://dversepoets.com/tag/karousel-form/

The Wait

© Marta Ramoneda for The New York Times

We must endure delays from birth
those obstacles face all on earth
a time for us to contemplate–
Have mercy on us while we wait!

When festivals descend each year
we’re challenged to provide good cheer.
Imbued with hope, anticipate–
Have mercy on us while we wait

Boredom can feed anxiety,
impatience may upset our needs;
stagnation breeds unrest and hate–
Have mercy on us while we wait!

Give peace to those who need restraint
Have mercy on us while we wait!

Panhandle Song

Image courtesy of SueAnn friend of Brian Miller Hosting Poetics today

Now we’re aged sail ribs and tailbones,
our sucker rods dried, split with time.
Wind whistles us drained desert stones
spinning dizzy in retooled rhymes.

Yellow shadows once slipped through grass;
lying hidden, cicada waves
told tales of days when we’d surpass
cliff high flats and the deep sky’s blades.

Curved highways led to city streets.
Fast steps formed glass and metal tunes.
Rain skies erased the sun in sheets
then rusted heart-forged clever runes.

Unique melodies milled by wind,
Half-tones decay before our end.

(c) Gay Reiser Cannon * 11/3/2012 * All Rights Reserved