I was so horrified by what transpired in our nation’s capital yesterday that I set out to write a scathingly angry piece. However, it just got darker and darker still, the more I edited — and I was dragging myself under. So instead, I turned to blissful whimsy. I will return to being pissed off tomorrow.
a tear can cloud the brightest day
song will brush those clouds away
is not sadness just a passing state
but what melody can alleviate
a tune played true as voices ring
little sorrows flee from such display
thing is, too few will dare to sing
and thus succumb to much dismay
yet when life is lived in harmony
what sorrow you feel will quickly fade
joy shared in chorus works perfectly
it swells the soul in love’s serenade
is it not foolish to stem bliss’s bloom
to see naught but the dark and gloom
sing — let beautiful light the room
rob kistner © 2021
and yet what joy it is to sing
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“Let beautiful light the room” indeed. Your Acrostic lightens my load, “A song is but a little thing, and yet what joy it is to sing.” I liked the variable rhyme schemes, and the way it warmed my heart.
Glad you liked it Glenn. It was my little escape from reality. 🙂
🙂 I like this. Is it called a Golden Shovel poem? Nicely done (and nice to take a break from the doomy stuff).
It is a variation on an acrostic. I needed to stay light this night RW.
Uplifting piece, Rob. Loved every line!
Thank you MD, and I am pleased this resonated for you.
A lovely escape from reality, Rob.
Thank you Eugenia. 🙂
ooo, we need a dverse prompt using this form! Wonderful!
It’s a variation on an acrostic Xan — a word puzzle. They are fun.
This is uplifting and true. I see what you did there with the acrostic, clever!! Thank goodness for music, especially in dark times.
Thank you Tricia. Music, especially singing, has been one of the three legs my life has balanced on. The other two are creating art, which includes writing, and my family.
“I will return to being pissed off tomorrow.”
Sounds like me in general. ????
This is very beautiful, I’m especially in love with the final stanza. Mesmerizing! Your writing style is so honest and raw, something I’ve yet to achieve in my own writing and you do it beautifully. A brilliant poem, Rob, with a powerful meaning.
Thank you Lisa. I try to write what I’m feeling, drawing on my 74 years here on spaceship earth. I appreciate that it resonates for you.
Fine acrostic indeed, RK; and a fine message, too. Salute.
Thank you Ron. Keepin’ it light tonight.
I like how you had the poem within a poem. Also the joy from music cannot be underestimated. I was listening to Cream tonight with the headphones and fell into an extended bliss.
Such a wonderful Christmas photo with Kathy and Edgrrrrr. Love the tree!
Thank you Lisa! I needed to lift my spirits, so I turned to music — with a special embrace of my love of singing. Aren’t they wonderful by the tree… 🙂
It is better to counteract darkness with light, Rob, and you’ve done a great job with this acrostic poem! It is so true that ‘joy shared in chorus… swells the soul’ and yes please, ‘let beautiful light the room’! Keep on singing!
Thank you Kim… 🙂 …I will go to my grave with a melody in my heart, and a song on my lips — it sustains me.
Oh this is absolutely stellar! I enjoyed this immensely, Rob 🙂 Especially like; “is it not foolish to stem bliss’s bloom
to see naught but the dark and gloom.” 🙂
Thank you so much Sanaa, I appreciate your kind enthusiasm… 🙂
yet when life is lived in harmony
what sorrow you feel will quickly fade
To live life in harmony is the ultimate. It is to make life bearable and enjoyable. Rightly so Rob, great rhyming!
Hank
Thank you Hank… 🙂
This is a breath of fresh air. Thank you.
-David
You’re welcome sir… I needed to look to the light this week.
As Ella said, the only thing better than singing is more singing…
Ella was a very smart woman Kerfe… 🙂
you soothed the soul with poem and music, so healing!
Love your collage and the joy this one brings 🙂
Thank you Kate, very much… 🙂
Well chosen — going for the light.
Gotta shine a little in these dark times Kem.