Sunday, June 21, 2009

Original Poetry Sunday, Vol. 1, No. 6



But first, I am proud to announce that I won last Friday's Friday Fiction contest over at The Raisin Chronicles. Jeanne not only does a wonderful job of critiquing all the entries to her weekly flash fiction contest, she offers great advice on technique.
Click here to check it out.

On The Dearth of Magic in the World

If I could hold the world still,
just for a moment, long enough to
think of violins that pirouette
like skaters making light of gravity,
tossing shards of light that shatter air
with their sharp gleams,
the cold intensity of high C -

I might deflect the penetrating wound,
the measured voice intoning grim finality,
the impossibility of return,
the inevitability of remorse,
the way your eyes looked
in that forever moment,
the inadequacy of any beauty

to soften that blow,
and the blow that I will feel
again, freshly,
in my life's last moment,
as I try to hear
the sound of violins.


Happy Fathers Day and Happy Summer Solstice!


You'll find more Original Poetry Sunday contributions at:

Yes Is Red
Robert Frost's Banjo
Secret Poems from the Times Literary Supplement
Poetikat's Invisible Keepsakes
Apogee Poet
Premium T.

15 comments:

Kathryn Magendie said...

Oh, I will go check that out - congrats - but, of course you won *smiling*

I enjoyed the video! and the pup playing at the end of it - the sounds of water and wind...lovely.

I'd love a singing bowl and have thought to buy one - but, I've not seen them "in person" only online and I think one would have to pick one as you did - the one that sings right to you - go get it! get it so you won't regret not getting it! *smiling*

Chele said...

Congrats on your award!

Audrey said...

Congratulations Sandra! Well deserved! You write so beautifully - your words are like listening to a symphony! You have such a gift. Have you ever considered, or perhaps already done, publishing your work? I would buy it!

Rose Marie Raccioppi said...

Celebration, moments for award bestowed and for life's reflections. In our last call let the music, the light, the love, be known. Blessings.

Sandra Leigh said...

Kathryn, LOL - I hope you like it. You're probably right about that singing bowl, but I'm afraid it will have to wait a while. It was really quite expensive. I'll let you know when I finally buy it.

Chele and Audrey, thank you. No, Audrey, I haven't been published - but when I do submit something, may I quote you? ;>)

Sandra Leigh said...

Rose Marie, thank you for your lovely words.

Mairi said...

Congratulations on the fiction award. Those shards of light shattering the air with the cold intensity of high C are wonderful. They contribute to the terrible sense of vertigo in the piece - the world held still for a moment while the head and heart reel from a blow.

John Hayes said...

I agree with Mairi about the "cold instensity of high C"-- high notes are literally "chilling," aren't they. This "cold" echoes back very strongly with the fact that the violins pirouhette like skaters. & yes, the poem moves in circles as well. Definitely one of your best. & congrats on the award-- I'm heading over to check it out right now.

Sandra Leigh said...

Thank you, Mairi and John. I appreciate your insightful comments - and your congratulations re the prize. I enjoy taking part in Fiction Friday's contests because writing a story in 100 words or less requires a discipline that I need to learn.

Reya Mellicker said...

I can hear the violins from here. Their sound is so ethereal!

Thanks for another beautiful poem.

Sandra Leigh said...

You're welcome, Reya, and thank you for the compliment.

René Wing said...

congratulations on the prize... do you have an idea for your first book?

In your poem, the build-up from the opening to the "penetrating wound" was most powerful. And your "shards of light that shatter air" remind me of Whitman's "sparkles from the wheel"...

Poetikat said...

Sorry I missed this earlier. You just blew me away with it.

Kat

Sandra Leigh said...

Thank you, Kat. High praise, indeed.

Tammie Lee said...

my my my this is one fine poem!

Congratulations on your Fiction contest~

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