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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Hear (07/08/10)

TITLE: Soul Song
By Karen Laskowsky
07/13/10


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The song of the soul
Is but a few brief bars
In Eternal Symphonyís Opus.

Inaudible to carnal ears,
Each unique note is woven.
Every one carefully placed
In the Masterís score
By the daily walk in the temporal.

One must come to the place
Of stillness of spirit.
Only then can faint strains be heard.

Notes in harmony,
Variations on themes,
Rounds and counter melodies,
They weave themselves
To fit the need
Within the greater work.

Spiritual ears become dull of hearing
By life in a fallen place.
The dissonant drone,
And barrage of cares
Distract with jarring discord.

We do not attend
To our own soulís song;
So we cannot give ear
To the song of another,
Take note of descent
Into minor key
In poignant silent plaint.

The countenance belies
The dulcet drift
Into soundless notes of pain.

The one melancholic
Hears too well notes of sorrow
Of his own mournful lyric.
ĎTis a beautiful danger
Entwined in its notes
Sirenís suicide lilt resounds.

We fail to hear
Until out of time
An abrupt and misplaced pause
Jars us from
Our preoccupations:
An instrument is missing.

Memory strives to retain
The tune as it fades
We search through words previous sung.
We seek what was missed
In ethereal strains
That haunt in silence forlorn.

This movement is done,
The notes have been played,
And now, too late, we listen.


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AnneRene' Capp 07/15/10
Eloquently and hauntingly rhythmic! I am in awe at both the beauty of your words and the depth of meaning behind each and every line. Wow!
Pam Ford Davis 07/17/10
"An instrument is missing"...
touches my heart.
Marie Fink07/17/10
Written incredibly well; way beyond a beginner's level. Excellent use of language and metaphor. Great flow to a punch in the gut type of ending.
Ruth Brown 07/17/10
Great title, excellent content, Keep it up. May God Bless you. Ruth
Angela M. Baker-Bridge07/20/10
Extrememly well done. Expect to see you moving up quickly.
Patsy Hallum07/22/10
Much deserved 3'd place! a Moving piece. I could not understand the rythym in one spot but I love the message.
Charla Diehl 07/22/10
Congratulations on placing 3rd in your level with this wonderfully written poem.
Nancy Sullivan 07/25/10
Beautiflly written poetry and such a powerful message.
Too many great phrases to list here. Congratulations and enjoy your wonderful, God-given talent!
Nanci Rubin07/29/10
Karen, Your poem is so haunting, word choice and rhythm reveals the depth within...I love poetry and have a poet's heart...I shall be following your rise here closely. BTW, we are VA. neighbors...well done and congrats on a well deserved third place...God Bless.