Woodland Symphony

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Music pours out from shadow and tree
Calling us all to enjoy a reprieve
A melodious symphony straight from the heart
Each tiny instrument playing its part
Miniature voices in perfect pitch
Unwritten scores of notes that are rich
Filled with a beauty beyond man or pen
A symphony of music that will never end

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Mocking birds solo sopranos and basses
Finding their notes in so many spaces
Piccolo warblers and wren solos start
Antiphonal melodies straight from the heart
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The bassoon bull frog comes in now and then
Cicadas’ strings play background blends
Crickets and blue jays fill the air
The snare of the trees adds depth to the pair
Woodpeckers drumming on old hollow trees
A staccato rhythm that floats on the breeze
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Suddenly right out of the blue
The feline conductor brings all in on cue
With a growing crescendo from blue jay and friend
Celloed instruments calling, “This is the end!”
The squirrel plays percussion with his raspy scolding
As the woods fills with music the finale’s unfolding
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A thunderous applause from the balcony on high
Brings all to their feet flashes crossing the sky
The concert is over the conductor’s gone home
Performers take bows the music is gone

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Painting: Dwight L. Roth

This is a painting and poem are from a few years ago.  I wrote this as I sat under the trees listening to all that was going on above me. I love the idea of the birds and animals creating an orchestral piece brought on by the neighbors cat!

Coming Out

 

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Rising from the depths
Summer calls for their loud call
Leaving shells on trees
Emerging transformed creatures
Tinnitus of the forest

 

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Photos: Wikipedia

 

As the cicadas rub their wings in a frantic sounding mating call, Frank Tassone asked us to consider them as we write our Saturday Haikai poem today.

#Haikai Challenge #44 (7/28/18): Cicada (Semi) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

Music in the Key of G

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Most of us think of music as something that is sung or played on and instrument. We may not be aware that there is music all around us. Music is the arrangement  and production of sounds and tones with unity and continuity. This poem shares all of the sounds around us that we might take for granted that have a musical quality to them. I did the painting above to show that music has movement and flow throughout.

Nature’s Music in the Key of G

Ebb and flow creating music for our ears

Oceans rolling gently onto a sandy beach

Crashing waves revealing the power of nature

Washes away anything in its path

A bubbling stream rolls over the rocks

Flowing in harmony with wind and birds

Listen to the rain beating down on a tin roof

Nature’s washboard of Cajun rhythms

Now and then a percussion clap of thunder

Punctuating the music with a boom

As flashes of the ELO lights the stage

The rustle of snare drum leaves

Playing to sandy perfection under it all

Rising and falling as the wind conducts

Little wrens with piccolo voices

Add harmonic pitches to the production

The cold snowy winds of December

Whistle as they sneak ‘round our porch

Playing against the crackling fire

Licking the burning logs with smacking lips

So much music all around

The frogs on warm summer nights

Cicadas making their seventeen year debut

Cricket violins playing behind hearth stones

Wild geese honking

As they fly north to their summer homes

All bring their harmonies to the score

Blending in the ebb and flow

Of nature’s grand symphony in the key of G

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Painting of G Clef – Dwight L. Roth