Saturday, December 15, 2012

Joy in Minor Keys

Prophets and Plato
Predicted His baby's death.
The three-day pain He felt
Our three-day gain,
Our joy sung in minor keys
Every winter solstice.

20 comments:

  1. I so love this - "Our joy sung in minor keys every winter solstice". So beautiful.

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  2. You manage to express so much in a few words here: it makes a strong poem. I like the contrast between joy and minor keys, pain/gain, baby/death: it all works very well.

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    1. Thank you. There were more words to start with, but my internal editor craves pithiness at times.

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  3. A mourning remembrance, when maybe grief fades a little while joy remains.

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    1. Thanks - maybe it does not convey all I thought of, but is open to interpretation and expansion in different directions (like most poems, I suppose).

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  5. Joy in minor keys is sometimes all we get...

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  6. I agree with Kim--joy in minor keys is what we get sometimes

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    1. Kim and Audrey, I confess I prefer the minor and always have. For me it's always been a question of joy versus happiness.

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  7. the last two lines are simply superb.brilliant!

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    1. I guess I liked them, too, because every line after them got cut.

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  8. wow...

    Our joy sung in minor keys
    Every winter solstice.

    So beautiful...

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  9. Beautiful...especially the last two lines. You've said so much in so few words.

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  10. Oh wow, this is gorgeous. Love it Libby.

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  11. i really like the last two lines, very elegant.

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  12. a fine poem laced with your wit!

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  13. I really enjoyed the alliteration, and the rhyme of "pain" with "gain". The brevity was an asset, too. A swift hit.

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