This is a poem written as part of a photo challenge from my WordPress friend, Charles Martin. He sent this photo and asked me to write a poem to go with it.
He surveys his life fondly
From a distance, he reflects
Wondering at the music
All the mistakes
The joy and the pain
Blend into such a marvelous symphony
Listen to the lilting flute
That tells the tale of carefree youth
And hear the cello’s solemn resound
Rich strings of compassion tying all together
The violins of romance
Take a turn about
Flavoring the music with rich beauty and grace
Then anguish takes its turn
With crashing timpani
The orchestra breathes a sighing breath
And starts again
High and sweet
The piccolo sings of art and magic
Brassy bold the trumpets blare
Of manly glory and pride
Then once again the cello
Comes out to very front
And leads us all
To a place of gentle aged grace
The Wisdom of Gavroche 
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It’s very nice what you’ve done here, the symphony metaphors work brilliantly.
Great Idea!
Respect and Peace!
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So glad slpmartin provided the link to this! It’s beautiful. Reminds me of a Harriet Beacher Stowe quote:
“So well is the harp of human feeling strung, that nothing but a crash that breaks every string can wholly mar its harmony; and, on looking back to seasons which in review appear to us as those of deprivation and trial, we can remember that each hour…brought its diversions and alleviations, so that, though not happy wholly, we were not, either, wholly miserable.”
Thank you! I love Harriet Beache Stowe. Quite the compliment.
deep feelings in each stroke of the strings. bravo 🙂
Such a beautiful orchestra of feeling in this piece…just lovely…came here by way of slpmartin…so glad I did. heartspell