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Chris Dedrick Poetry Blog 9
1Oct2020 Filed under: Day To Day Author: Moira DedrickReleasing Rage
We ran to see the setting sun;
the brilliant gold had just begun
to paint the clouds in purple sheen
and silhouette the trees between.
The summer air was sweet to taste;
the dew was pure, wild flowers chaste…
while all of these looked after me,
my silent heart raged inwardly.
The woods, the birds, the little brook
were listening, but I mistook
the smashing of a family plate
for what my nature could create.
Who knew some fear I’d held within
would paralyze, like next of kin –
behind the quiet song I’d sung –
the notes to ear, the words to tongue,
behind the need to feel a kiss,
to scream out loud or just dismiss
the thought that I could know my worth
through any witness on this earth?
The noose of that around my neck
is loose now before sun is set;
the nails of this false crucifix
release my hands, restore my wrists.
The symbols branded in my bone
are exorcised, I’m left alone
with those whose souls I can embrace,
those sound in body, true in face.
We watch where we’ve not watched before
the book laid down by open door;
the words have fallen off the chair,
and now there’s music in the air.
We sense the power of a smile
and how it feels to rest a while;
the edgy vows we’ve sworn before
dissolve like salt and bind no more:
where once the contracts of the dead,
who walked the halls where they were led,
were iron collars ‘round my neck,
now crystals there adorn, protect.
The solstice sunset music fair,
the subtle strings of joy prepare
my heart to hear, my soul to dance,
my lips to sing divine romance.
Oh, I love balance, beauty, bliss,
wellness, peace, the light caress
of every breath that enters me
and turns and sets this power free!
Christopher Dedrick
© June 21, 2009
Lamplighter Music Publishing Co.
About the Circle of Fifths blog
This is about one composer's inner and outer journey in response to a cancer diagnosis, beginning with a long stay in Europe, a lot of research into what beyond conventional treatments is available in this world to help heal body, mind, and the all-important invisibles.
The Cycle of Fifths, as my granddaughter Taylor will tell you from her studies at Music for Young Children, is based on the acoustic/mathematical mysteries of musical sound. It represents that long row of ticklish ivories in a tonal mandala. Music, like the cosmos, has no real up or down, no hierarchy of keys. But it does have near and far. One spin-off of the natural harmonic series is that the closest keys centers are always just a perfect fifth away. Travel up a fifth, you must add a sharp to the key signature; down a fifth, you add a flat. The circle or cycle of fifths is a diagram of all the keys and their signatures placed in this relationship.
The blog started as a group email. I had to name the group file something... Circle of Fifths came to mind. Circle of Friends, Core of Family. The center is undefined, the circle is unbroken. One key resolves to the next and returns home. The signature is only a convenience.
