tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938908236031168081.post1198801391160965827..comments2023-06-13T04:37:05.674-05:00Comments on metamorphosing: Dream of the Giftedbluerosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09454168542120117493noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938908236031168081.post-60648722157674372332009-12-26T10:00:16.747-06:002009-12-26T10:00:16.747-06:00A SUPPORTED BY THE DEVELOPER TOOLS? It was interes...A SUPPORTED BY THE DEVELOPER TOOLS? It was interesting. You seem very knowledgeable in ypour field.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938908236031168081.post-83454829914310156532009-01-11T15:44:00.000-06:002009-01-11T15:44:00.000-06:00WOW! This is very powerful and so is the image, a...WOW! This is very powerful and so is the image, and spooky and for some reason it all strikes me in an eerie scary way. I am going to have to come back and reread it again before I can make informed comments.<BR/><BR/>Dream-like. A little creepy.Mary Stebbins Taitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938908236031168081.post-88993986359593566822009-01-09T22:42:00.000-06:002009-01-09T22:42:00.000-06:00Ah, my musically inclined friend! I love the imagr...Ah, my musically inclined friend! I love the imagry of the player piano! So much so that it's inspired another poem. Thanks ;]<BR/><BR/>The stage/player piano isn't the one in this dream that's immature and arrogant, though I love the concept of mechanical arrogance. It can only perform according to the way it's "tuned". When the balance was disturbed, the "keys" produced an over abundance of "notes". The piano will have a little more personality in the next poem, I promise.bluerosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09454168542120117493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938908236031168081.post-38788576138354543932009-01-04T17:48:00.000-06:002009-01-04T17:48:00.000-06:00Haunting imagery Lori. Is this one of your dreams ...Haunting imagery Lori. Is this one of your dreams ?<BR/>It did remind me of our recent chat about singing:<BR/><BR/>'blackened balance' had me thinking of the balance of the black and white keys of a piano. When harmony is restored, something dies.<BR/>'severing lyrics from melody,' not hitting the right notes. Not finding the appropriate words. Perhaps, severing lyrics from memory. <BR/><BR/>the darkened stage<BR/>keeps performing though<BR/><BR/>This had me stuck. A stage that performs. A player piano. <BR/><BR/>youthful hair thick with power<BR/>and a voice written<BR/>with celestial notes<BR/><BR/>Thick powerful hair made me think of black hair. Black like a new piano with all the celestial notes contained within. <BR/><BR/>underscored with chords of callow<BR/>haughtiness<BR/><BR/>The player piano, plays the notes and chords mechanically, without experience and with the arrogance of a machine.<BR/><BR/>a score of negligent indulgence<BR/>is written for her<BR/>repertoire<BR/><BR/>I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans... W. Blake<BR/><BR/>I really enjoyed this poem. I always love your use of imagery.<BR/><BR/>x PaulAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com