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Occasional Poetry - 40. Sonata

i>Music and Poetry connected in my mind this week. This is for everyone, even if you never played a note or wrote a line. As always, the errors here are solely mine.
Sonata
 
I. Allegro
 
Your smile at me, though just for fun,
was like Vivaldi in the sun,
admitting not a minor strain
in letting joy go free to run.
 
That grin, which could dispel the rain
and every dissonance disdain,
a swift accelerando starts
behind my ribs, and I am slain.
 
My skills in the attractive arts
are next to nil, and oh, that smarts;
I play a standup fiddle mean,
but you need naught to top the charts.
 
It's better that I'm heard than seen,
so not to mar the spring so green;
at least until the season's done,
when my escape can be made clean.
 
 
II. Adagio
 
A breaking heart I now possess,
it beats piu lento in distress;
I blame your smile, it's all I see,
for I am smitten, I confess.
 
My hours play in a doleful key,
in sad impossibility;
for just another glance I pine,
but such is not my destiny.
 
To memory I must consign
all thoughts of you, and so resign
myself to tables set for one,
and on my fancies there to dine.
 
I know that I have just begun
a long, unhappy road to run;
I cannot wish for you the less,
so I your every haunt must shun.
 
 
III. Presto
 
I hear the phone, I rub my eyes -
a number I don't recognize;
who could this unknown caller be,
perhaps some random survey guys?
 
The box again rings melody,
disturbing my blank reverie,
I choose to let the call go through
for sake of curiosity.
 
I answer without much ado,
and hear a nervous "Is that you?"
and furioso bangs within -
I know that voice; it can't be true.
 
You got my number, I'm a-spin,
and I cannot control my grin,
you're here before an hour flies,
and I can't wait to let you in.
em>Leave a rant, a rave, a thought,
or tell me what you think I ought
to do (at least if it's polite),
and I will try to make it right.
I really appreciate comments of all sorts and varieties.
Copyright © 2017 Parker Owens; All Rights Reserved.
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Parker Owens
On 08/27/2016 03:57 AM, Headstall said:

1 Insecurity... afraid to shine...

2 The end, whether crush or relationship... "so I your every haunt must shun."... powerful line...

3 Pure joy... a fitting #3 after reading the first 2

I loved the musical references... the melody of the phone box was brilliant... and each had musicality to the rhythm... well done, sir... cheers... Gary....

Oh, Thank you, Gary. They were related, as a sonata might be...the last movement absorbing and expanding of the first two. The poet can't believe, yet must, and happily, too. Those four-foot iambs really sound musical, don't they? There were lots of other tempos to try...gracioso, con brio, or andante...but these worked, I thought. Many, many thanks for your comments.

Parker Owens
On 08/27/2016 06:17 AM, Mikiesboy said:

Nice Parker, not all happiness and the references to your attractiveness I will ignore but more cheerful than your recent poems. I hope that life get a little kinder..

tim xoxo

Yes, far more cheerful. I wanted to have contrast with movement number three, so number two had to be painted dark, while the first had to have some complexity. This one was fun to write, and hope you enjoyed it,like a bit of music. - P

Parker Owens
On 08/27/2016 07:38 AM, AC Benus said:

Musical form has been the single biggest influence on how I structure my verse, and I love that you explore it here. Three distinct moods, as fits a classical sonata, three keys and tempos too, and a finale that brings all the 'conflict' to a harmonic close.

 

Can you tell? I really like this one. Thanks for posting :)

Three different related movements, but the differences between them weren't terribly subtle. It is harder than I originally thought to illustrate tempo in verse, restricting the poetry to a single form. But it was certainly a great deal of fun, and a story told itself, as it might in a 19th century sonata. Thank so much for your really kind and encouraging reaction. -P

Parker Owens
On 08/27/2016 07:39 AM, Defiance19 said:

Applause.. I loved this very much Parker... The mood in each piece is very distinct. In presto especially, the cautious steps the build up tempo to the final stanza.

I'm curious as to what instrument you heard when composing.

Not an instrument, but a series of distinct key changes; perhaps a Vivaldi or Bach string section describes it best. Think of The Seasons, or maybe one of Corelli's concerti grossi. Anyhow, I am so very glad you enjoyed the sonata. Glad it was that instead of "Ring Cycle." I'd still be writing! Thanks so much for your comments!

Parker Owens
On 08/27/2016 08:58 AM, skinnydragon said:

Haha! A great poem, my friend!

 

And to completely underline the musical structure, I found myself following the tempo markings as I read it! Vivaldi, himself, would have been proud of how quickly I danced over the strings of the presto. At least as fast as Giuliano Carmignola!

You are really kind SD, to have taken the tempo markings at heart; this is what I attempted in proofreading. I thought less of soloists and more of whole instrument sections in this, even though a sonata is for solo instruments. I am glad you liked this. It makes my heart sing....

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