Why is it that we make things—
to see ourselves somehow
or hear the thunder of applause
and take a nervous bow,
to curiously instigate
a novel way to see
how truly indefinable
we were meant to be,
or is it just an exercise
of freedom to express
the need to try and make some sense
from this chaotic mess?
Whatever is the catalyst
should never be denied,
we’ll never master harmony
if ranges aren’t applied.
Are You Reading Me?
8 comments:
Harmony takes the fun out of life.
The last stanza is beautifull carved!!
Regards,
Dimple
http://poemshub.blogspot.com
Sounds like poetry written from the perspective of a musician! ;)
I love this! Especially this verse:
"or is it just an exercise
of freedom to express
the need to try and make some sense
from this chaotic mess?"
Gave chills and made me laugh at the same time. And great rhythm!
Hey Noah, surprising statement from a musician ;)
Hi Dimps, thanks but I think my blade needs more sharpening.
You nailed it Shirley :)
Hi anna, thanks and glad I could help you laugh :D
You have asked the ultimate question.
I think you have provided answers as good as any in: "the need to try and make some sense from this chaotic mess" with the goal to "master harmony."
A profund Q&A piece in compact form. Excellent.
Inspiration! Thank you.
Hey Billy, I saw your Ode but didn't have time to comment so am saying thanks right now. C-ya!
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