Allusions, Illusions, Poverty, Oklahoma, and Other States of Mind
I so love this - "Our joy sung in minor keys every winter solstice". So beautiful.
The songs are beautiful.
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.
Thank you. There were more words to start with, but my internal editor craves pithiness at times.
A mourning remembrance, when maybe grief fades a little while joy remains.
Yes, maybe. Yes it does.
So much said in so few words!
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).
Joy in minor keys is sometimes all we get...
I agree with Kim--joy in minor keys is what we get sometimes
Kim and Audrey, I confess I prefer the minor and always have. For me it's always been a question of joy versus happiness.
the last two lines are simply superb.brilliant!
I guess I liked them, too, because every line after them got cut.
wow... Our joy sung in minor keysEvery winter solstice.So beautiful...
Thank you, Serena.
Beautiful...especially the last two lines. You've said so much in so few words.
Oh wow, this is gorgeous. Love it Libby.
i really like the last two lines, very elegant.
a fine poem laced with your wit!
I really enjoyed the alliteration, and the rhyme of "pain" with "gain". The brevity was an asset, too. A swift hit.
For comments and carrots, thanks.