I can fine tune your troubles
so they fall into harmony
and gently touch your frets,
washing slowly away
in soft melodic wisps.
I can use Am-F-C-G
to lift you out of doldrums
or
Em-D-C-G-G/F#
to calmly and carefully caress
perfectly paced intervals.
I can capo your resonant tone
to bring another dimension
to what seems lackluster depth.
Place yourself in my hands.
R. Gerry Fabian
(Image by DWB, of an improvisational instrument)
R Gerry
Truly a mood setter. I believe those are variations of David’s “secret chords.” Nothing finer than the minor fall and major lift.
Leila
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RGF
I truly get the sense in re-reading your poems this week that the author of these pieces (yourself) FELT the poems before they were written, which is the most important thing in the world.
In Wallace Stevens’ great poem “The Idea of Order at Key West” the poet and his friend hear a girl singing as she walks along the seashore. This seemingly random (but perhaps not so much random after all) happenstance CAUSES the poet to write his poem; the unplanned, spontaneous moment of hearing the girl singing her song beside the ocean waves turns the poet into a poet again, so to speak.
Your works have that kind of feel to them.
Poems should not be written to show off; they should be written to show WHY LIFE IS WORTH LIVING. Your focus on the magic of the everyday accomplishes that utterly crucial task.
Great work.
Dale
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Hi
To anyone who happened to see a notice for a second publication today a few minutes ago…it was a dream only a dream…
Leila
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A nice poem. The metaphor is handle with a light and effective touch.
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Definitely liked the vibe. The words are like musical therapy.
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