With an orchestra you are building citizens, better citizens for the community.
~Gustavo Dudamel
Happy Poetry Friday! I am "away from my desk" but I'm scheduling a poem that my daughter Ariana wrote for her future mother-in-law's retirement. As a music professor, Sara created a thriving orchestra program after having started with only five students.
The Conductor
by Ariana Yeatts-Lonske
For Sara Edgerton
Sometimes she beckons a great sea swell.
Sometimes she places a pebble on top of a wall.
Sometimes she slices through slabs of marble.
Sometimes she captains a ship through choppy waters.
Sometimes she offers a single peony.
Sometimes she flicks red drops of paint.
Sometimes she closes a chest of gold.
Sometimes she opens a door to the light.
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33 years ago, Sara walked across a field
and found five panes of glass.
She picked one up and held it to the sun,
saw a cathedral.
Only she could see it.
Last night we stood inside it.
Who says the world has lost all its beauty?
No one who has been here.
No one who has heard this.
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Jone Rush MacCulloch has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Jone!
8 comments:
Beautiful! Thank you for posting this tribute.
Gorgeous poem, love the imagery especially the cathedral, and that she could only see it–and the change in rhythm from top single lines to couplets, thanks for sharing!
Wow. What amazing new ways to think about how a conductor brings us into the music. I'm in awe. A standing ovation for both Sara and Ariana!
What a beautiful poem I love the idea of a 5 panes of glass becoming a cathedral. Am sorry about the link posting difficulties.
A fitting tribute with vivid images! Your daughter is a talented poet too! Thank you for arranging the holiday Poetry Friday Swap again this year, Tabetha. It was such a joy to participate!
Ah! That cello art! And I'm happy to say again how lovely I find this poem. Poetry moving from one generation to the next...lovely! xo
Tabatha, what a fabulous post / poem. Kudos to your daughter.
The repetition of sometimes give me enough pause to hear a cello do exactly what the line suggests. Brilliant and beautiful. Lucky future mother in law!
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