As the story of your life
Is being penned,
You're like a blank music staff
Being filled in.
Here a note, and there a pause:
The tempo slows.
What's next, only the Master
Composer knows.
How much care and thought goes in
To every part
Beautiful arrangement, this
A work of art
A crescendo, a descant
To please the ear
Lovely harmonies that thrill
All those who hear
As we live and breathe, we're all
Unfinished art
As the Master adds more notes
Born from His heart.
Wow! ! ! ! ! Simply Wonderful Flow And Rhyme! ! ! ! ! Melts this heart of mine! ! ! ! ! Excellent Poem! ! ! ! ! Excellently Created! ! ! ! ! Also added to favs! ! ! ! ! So Very Many 10S! ! ! ! ! Thank You So Much For Sharing! ! ! ! !
Thank you, Rebecca, for appreciating and adding it to your favourite poems. I have the greatest fellow-members and commenters in the world! :) And they are also very talented poets!
The Master Composer writes the score of life's symphony, which varies in tempo with some modulations, but there are no false notes. 'Unfinished Symphonies' is a musical piece as much as a lyric poem. Flowing extended metaphor-brilliant.
WOW! Your comment sounded like a poem, itself! Thank you, Michael! You got a smile out of me, on that one!
A lovely piece. I tend to believe we write our own symphony, sometimes in control of the next note, often not. But the music is never over till it's over.
Thanks, Barry. I take a somewhat more fatalistic approach, since we had no choice over our parentage, place of birth, or the era or century we were born in. But I do agree with you that if our symphony is in a minor chord and sounds like the blues, we don't have to prolong the down - - we have the power to switch to a major chord and step up the tempo! (And, as they say in opera, It ain't over until the fat lady sings. ! ! Happy Belated Fathers Day! :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the concept of this poem. i came across something recently this poem makes me think of which i copy below. it is a longer statement, it seems to me, of a conviction i've had for a long time- life before art or life as art. peace. -gk From Northwest Angle by Wm Kent Krueger, Atria Books, copyright 2011, first hardcover edition, p.84 To be an artist required so much focus, so much energy. But she believed that this kind of creation was only a part of a life. And in its way, Aaron’s refusal to have children was a refusal to participate fully in the panoply of existence, and wasn’t that really the responsibility of an artist? To experience life in all its aspects?