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Symphonic Ecstasy

As horns from the orchestra silence,
And stillness is felt in the air;
The bows of the strings move together,
And play as if God were there.

A lush sound of celli infusing
The theme that the violins play;
While each note that’s played and suspended,
Takes everyone’s breath away.

Then up from the glorious rapture,
With tones that are all heaven sent;
The sound of the english horn rises
And pours out its dark lament.

What beauty is heard from an angel
That sings in a lower key;
Through grains of the grenadilla,
With its haunting melody.

But then in an instant there’s fanfare,
As trumpets and baritones soar;
The timpani joins with the tuba,
While all play the recap once more.

And when the last chord played has ended,
And when all the echoes have died;
The walls and the ceiling start shaking,
Because the creator has cried.

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: North Carolina, USA, USA

Favorite Poets: I have many and not in any particular ranking or order:, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Edgar Allan Poe, Robert Frost, Rudyard Kipling, Emily Dickinson, Maya Angelou, Eugene Field, Edgar Guest, William Cullen Bryant, Langston Hughes, Ogden Nash, Christina Rossetti, William Blake, William Shakespeare, James Whitcomb Riley

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neopoet

neopoet

1 year 9 months ago

Neopoet AI (premium) - 5-29-23 version

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

The poem "Symphonic Ecstasy" effectively uses musical terminology and imagery to create a vivid depiction of an orchestra's performance. However, there are areas where the poem could be improved for clarity and impact.

1. Consistency in Metaphor: The poem seems to oscillate between literal and metaphorical descriptions of the orchestra. For instance, "The bows of the strings move together, And play as if God were there" is a metaphorical statement, while "The sound of the english horn rises And pours out its dark lament" is more literal. Consistency in the use of metaphors can help to maintain a cohesive theme throughout the poem.

2. Use of Abstract Concepts: The poem uses abstract concepts such as "God" and "angel" to describe the music. While these can add depth to the poem, they can also create ambiguity. It may be beneficial to provide more concrete descriptions or contexts to these abstract concepts.

3. Rhythm and Rhyme: The poem maintains a consistent ABAB rhyme scheme, which is commendable. However, some lines seem to disrupt the rhythm due to their length or syllable count. For example, "Through grains of the grenadilla, With its haunting melody" is noticeably longer than the other lines. Maintaining a consistent rhythm can enhance the musical theme of the poem.

4. Word Choice: The poem uses a variety of musical terms, which can be effective in creating a vivid image. However, some terms may be unfamiliar to readers without a musical background, such as "celli" and "grenadilla". Consider whether the use of these terms enhances or detracts from the overall accessibility and enjoyment of the poem.

5. Conclusion: The ending of the poem is dramatic, with the image of the "creator" crying. However, it's unclear who the "creator" is - the composer, the conductor, or a divine entity? Clarifying this could add depth and meaning to the poem's conclusion.

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Lavender

Lavender

1 year 9 months ago

Symphonic Ecstasy

As superlative as your title is, it still falls short of this extraordinary, brilliant poem. I feel I have attended myself, and felt each note fall onto my own chest. I am touched. The crescendo of it all, and then that silent final moment that led to the awareness of the beauty of the experience. Lump in my throat, puddles in my eyes...all that. I am so very glad you shared, and so honored and fortunate to have read it.
Thank you!
L

paleoray

paleoray

1 year 9 months ago

Symphonic Ecstasy response

Thank you very much for your kind words. I am so glad that you enjoyed this poem. I am honored. My father was a concert cellist and fine conductor. I grew up surrounded with his beautiful music. This poem was inspired by my father from listening to all of his wonderful performances in the concert hall.

RoseBlack

RoseBlack

1 year 9 months ago

Beautiful

From the title to each stanza..this was just beautiful. I could see all the instruments and hear every note.Music has such a way of moving people as does this poem. Well done.

paleoray

paleoray

1 year 9 months ago

Thank you very much for your

Thank you very much for your kind response. I am glad that you enjoyed the poem. It was inspired by my father who was a concert cellist. I was inspired to write this poem in memory of him.