Rhythm of Life

Haunting music of the soul

Middle C is really where we begin to learn... 

There are flats and sharps in variations... 

Playing with both hands composing harmony 

Expressions of melancholy and dreams where 

possibilities occur... 

Movements of moments where feelings collide... 

Violins play in delicate persuasion and 

the drums softly seduce the rhythm of the night... 

while cymbals bring a conclusion to the  finale.  

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

life begins, life varies in what it throws at us, and we attempt to reach a harmony within and without, many possibilities...feelings collide with others and within ourselves...
a delicate balance...plays into the night...
and then with a bang...we are gone...
wonderful metaphor here.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... my last lines were intended to be suggestive, but you are correct... we will leave with cymbals clashing as a grand finale... I am hoping to have a sense of discovery in the vast Universe when I leave... hope I am not disappointed. Thanks for an extraordinary review, as ever, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

well done Pat! i have never before read a more clear, thorough, description of classical music .. without an understanding of movement, arrangement, variation etc. .. its a little hard for many to really appreciate it...and i love the crashing cymbals ...led up to by a tympani ... so... you are teasing not telling who it is you were listening to ..or can you hear it in your head??
E.
ps. believe it or not ... i have a BA in music .. never did anything with it except play in coffee houses ;) ..i do understand you are using this as metaphor ... on life .. could be a lover even :)))well done at any rate says i!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Gene... you always make me smile... when you review a poem. Amazing gift to have earned a BA in Music. My dear Mother bought me a Piano when I was in sixth grade. After school I would walk to the piano teacher's home three blocks from our home... once a week and have a 30 minute lesson to practice all week. My classmate Bonnie
in school lived across the street when I was in high school. She had mastered the chords and could play the most difficult music. Her Mother took us to a Concert of Classical Music a few times. I learned
a sense of movement and harmony with all the instruments involved. It seems a lifetime away.
My biggest regret is that I did not continue to learn to play more advanced sheet music. However, all through grade school and college, I did sing in a church choir which I cherish. Yes, I felt that my poem could convey the art of love. Love the word
"tympani" .. it almost rhymes with my maiden name Pantili (and my Father's family was from Hungary).
There is History that explains this phenomenon.
truly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

love it Pat ... my heritage is from Ireland and the Highlands of Scotland ;) great stuff ... glad i can put a smile on your face my friend ... back at ya!

[Patricia Wedel]

Have you seen the movie "Entrapment" with Sean Connery? Great scenery from Scotland and interesting movie. as ever, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

yes i have! great love story too! ;)

[Pryde Foltz]

A wonderfully developed analogy, Pat. So nice to be back and have so much great poetry to catch up on:) I really enjoyed this:)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pryde... it is a pleasure to read your review.
So lovely to have you breathe life into my poem.
truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

So wonderful, the words shared dear Pat. Your thoughts took me in and I wanted more. I love the rhythm of life. We are music when the heart is glad. Thank you for sharing the wonderful poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... thank you for reviewing Rhythm of Life.
To play an Instrument is like dancing... sometimes touching and other times twirling around. There is a sense of closeness and harmony. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Pat. I love music.

[lightsong]

I think and feel that You mean by the Middle C the Core, the heart, the middle center of our chakras, where life flows, where the sound of life beats, it's our challenge to make it beating in balance and in harmony with the mind, Your words are deeply meaningful and influential for those who read behind it, what makes it even special, Your gentle loving style hiding in its tides that brilliance of life and living.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Light... I love your feelings of Middle C being the Core, the heart, the middle center of our chakras... I think of the Lotus flower and the feeling of enlightenment... thank you for your expression of our heart beating in balance and harmony with our mind. as ever, Pat

[Relic]

Being a drummer I find this rather pleasing and accurate. Nicely done, Patricia.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Relic... the drums softly seduce the rhythm of the night... a line just for you. so pleased you stopped by. I love the moods of a drummer. truly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Music is always the accompaniment to your lives. It is a melody that must be harmonious for all of us to be happy and peaceful. Great metaphor here, Pat.....when the cymbals hit the finale, we know the concert has ended. You are on a roll, my friend. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydi... the notes on a keyboard or even a guitar
can convey our moments of melancholy or they can slowly move the emotions to heights of euphoria.
That's the way we roll, when cymbals clash... but not too much... too soon. Thanks for the harmony of happy moments. as ever, Pat

[Ted Kniffen]

Orchestral musings. Music plays a large part in this dance. Hopefully that first cry after birth is in High C
and as we move through the flats and sharps we learn that practice will always be required to fulfill the dreams and push the possibilities.
Those quiet moments are best if shared.

Lovely metaphor, Patricia.
A very good write.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Ted... as I remember when my son and daughter were born... they each cried in High C... and I sighed a note of relief in the key of G. Thanks for your musical review. as ever, Pat

[barleygirl]

Music is a big part of my writing life. When I get ready to write something, I imbue myself with music for a while, first. Your poem is a great way to show how this happens, but not focusing on some specific genre or song (as many "music" poems harken to a song). Your poem opens us up to the possibilities by embracing the universe of different musical ideas & symbols . . . conveying the spirit of music, more than the defining characteristics of a single song (even tho I also writing about a single song!) I love your opening with "middle C"! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Margie... I smiled when you loved the opening line with "middle C !"... I really wondered if others would think that was just too elementary. But I remember at a young age... that is where you begin to play music, especially the keyboard. It made me laugh... which is a Tonic for me. Now I am thinking about dancing to the Notes C, D E, F, G, A, B, C...
I know my flats and sharps. I only learned one Chord.
My school friend that lived across the street played
all the Chords like a Symphony... so amazing...
always kept me humble. Her family took Bonnie and I to a Concert where a young man played many Classical works, and we fell in love with him and his Music... when we were in eighth grade and 13 years old... truth be told. as ever, Pat

[barleygirl]

Love your rambling share. I didn't learn to play the piano, but we always had one becuz my dad played & I would mimic his playing, sounding out songs. To me, middle C feels like the fulcrum of life, with the high points on one side & the low points on the other . . . *sigh!* . . . great symbol!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Very beautiful Pat, I enjoyed it very much. My there always be music all around you.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Cherrie... thank you for spending time ... music is in our nature and dancing to flowers delight is
the beauty of life. Wishing you a day of sweet surprises. truly, Pat

[Crowley]

Ohhhh...this is right up my alley!!! My favorite chord as a guitar player is Am the chord of desperation. This was a symphony of emotion and longing. Loved it!!!!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Crowley... I never realized that Chord A was desperation. Now I googled and discovered the song
"Desperate Man" by Eric Church. Surely it must be played with chord A. Thanks for the education... we never stop learning... perhaps for our next life.
as ever, Pat