Discordant
my heart
skips beats,
my mind
is a record
on repeat,
& I sing
to meet them
halfway
what I say
is a combination
of feel-good melodies
& melancholic
lamentations,
depending on
the day
I have a choice
on which voice
to tune into
until a
demanding scream
commands the daydream
then it’s still
harmonic cacophony,
symbolic,
symphonic agony
until the
sweet favorites play
& shove sadness
out of my way
#OctPoWriMo Day 9

harmonic cacophony, symphonic agony..
sweet favorites to shove sadness out of way..
all sounds too good π
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Thank you
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Welcome Jennifer π
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This poem provides an excellent interpretation of the creative process.
~cie from poetry of the netherworld~
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Thank you!
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Love this verse:
then itβs still
harmonic cacophony,
symbolic,
symphonic agony
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Thank you, Ruth
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There is so very much to love about this poem. It reminds me of the movie Fantasia, created in alignment with synesthesia. As someone who very much organizes emotional experience by music, all my spider-senses say, yes! You stay very much on point and illustrate this space with clarity. And I’m resonating.
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Thank you. I’m very glad you enjoy it. π
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Are you actually a singer? π
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I do enjoy singing & used to be in choirs but I don’t think I’d handle singing in front of people so well now. Haha. I’d get too nervous. But I sing to myself still & my husband likes hearing me. (I don’t practice anymore either so I’m sure I’m not as good as I used to be. π)
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How wonderful! Hide behind the technology and post some voice clips to your blog or YouTube maybe? πππ
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I’d have to work up the courage but maybe!
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I love singing. No training whatsoever (but itβs on my bucket list). I (and my daughter) the only witness. Once, apparently, I was singing at my desk, and a student said I could sing… π±π€π³ Pity we have to βqualifyβ to lift our voices, one great thing about church being most forego that to worship. π
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I also still sing prayers when my spirit feels it.
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Lovely poem! A deep one with a light touch! How well you describe the workings of the mind! And the words flow like the music you mention here!
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