FATE

FATE

A symphony shadows deep,

Whispers in dusk, secrets to keep.

C Minor's lament, a somber plea,

In melodies of night, it calls to me.

A soul's journey, a relentless tide,

In Beethoven's notes, sorrows reside.

Heartbeats echo in the minor key,

A dance with darkness, a symphony.

Oh, conductor unseen, guide my pen,

Compose my verses, let them transcend.

In every crescendo, a heartbeat's strife,

A reflection of the symphony of life!

The fifth, a tale of struggle untold,

In each note, a mystery unfolds.

C Minor's canvas, emotions paint,

A poetic dance, a delicate restraint.

In Dickinson's voice, a whispering breeze,

Through words, the symphony finds release.

A solitary bird in the fading light,

Sings of hope, in the deepening night.

"Hope" is the thing, she once declared,

In feathered verses, dreams are shared.

A symphony of words, a silent song,

In the poet's heart, where echoes throng.

In C Minor's embrace, shadows wane,

Yet in each note, a lingering pain.

The pen, a wand in Dickinson's hand,

Conjuring verses, a timeless stand.

So let the symphony weave its tale,

In Dickinson's voice, a haunting wail.

A journey through the corridors of the mind,

In the fifth, solace and chaos entwined.

:: 12.02.2023 ::

Notes:

In the ethereal realm of verse, where shadows dance and whispers weave, i not only attempted but joyously conjure a symphony of profound beauty and introspection. The overarching theme of fate unfolds through the intricate notes and metaphors, revealing a poignant exploration of the human experience.

I employed the evocative power of music, specifically C Minor, a key often associated with melancholy and introspection. This choice sets the stage for a lament that echoes through the verses, invoking the somber plea of a soul entangled in the relentless tide of life's journey.

That being said, it is all Beethoven's notes which become a vessel for sorrows, and the heartbeat of existence resonates through the minor key, engaging in a dance with darkness. The unseen conductor is invoked, a guiding force to compose verses that transcend the ordinary, weaving a tapestry of emotions with each crescendo mirroring the strife of a heartbeat.

The reference to the fifth suggests an untold struggle, a mysterious narrative unfolding in each note. The canvas of C Minor becomes a palette for the emotions, delicately restrained yet vividly expressive. In the spirit of Emily Dickinson, the poet explores the power of words as a symphony, finding release and solace in the delicate restraint of verses.

The metaphor of a solitary bird in the fading light singing of hope adds another layer to the symphony. Dickinson's voice, likened to a whispering breeze, carries the weight of dreams and emotions. Through the poet's pen, hope is declared, and dreams are shared in feathered verses, creating a silent song that resonates in the poet's heart.

As the symphony unfolds, shadows wane in C Minor's embrace, yet lingering pain persists in each note. The poet's pen becomes a wand in Dickinson's hand, conjuring timeless verses that stand as a testament to the human experience. The weaving of the symphony through the corridors of the mind takes the reader on a journey, where solace and chaos are intricately entwined in the haunting wail of the fifth.

In this masterful composition, the poet, like a Nobel Laureate, skillfully combines the elements of music and poetry to articulate the complexities of fate, the human spirit, and the timeless interplay between darkness and light.

Author's Note

In the ethereal realm of verse, where shadows dance and whispers weave, i not only attempted but joyously conjure a symphony of profound beauty and introspection. The overarching theme of fate unfolds through the intricate notes and metaphors, revealing a poignant exploration of the human experience.

Reviews

[Coffee Vampier]

Here there is a debate of trusting myself and as of late
I do no see anything other than a symphony
The conversation is love with slight conversation
Love romance and ending sea
The symphony in lyrics is a time bending plea
The conversation is late and I am tried trying to bend the waves
the ocean isn't love its a killer and a pain but the truth
Is like all things tears are ending from the stillness of the pain
Cake
I needed something to feel even if I can't cry
My lungs are tried I missed reading your poetry
Like all things I knew weren't ever real
I needed more time to heal than read
I love your poetry.

[E.P. Robles]

Beautiful prose! Wonderful! Just wonderful Cecile!

[Chris Shaw]

The combination of music and poetry. The greatest influencers in my life. How empty it would be without either. Your stanzas here are beautifully penned poet.i enjoyed my visit.

Chris

[Secretpoet]

philosophy is a complex topic and you wrote about it so seamlessly and beautifully

[Arundass TP]

Excellent philosophical poem. Fate is unimaginable. It's not a word. It's life itself.

[E.P. Robles]

Somethings are so much more terrible. Even for poets. Peace