.
Flesh and bone can write the music
And the heart supply the beat,
But for the music to be whole – it needs soul.
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Every artist has a soul and his work will not be whole
Unless he leaves a part of it behind.
Painters, sculptors, poets, all,
Often manage to enthral admirers
With the wealth of their emotions.
Joy and sorrow, anguish, pain
Reflected in their work
Can sometimes miss the mark
Being overdone like rumpsteak in the pan.
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©Denise G Allen, 28 December 2012 07:04
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28/12/2012 at 7:24 am
But for the music to be whole – it needs soul.
I just love that.
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28/12/2012 at 7:33 am
So true I think, Gran. The rest is a bit of codswallop! Thanks for the visit. Having problem with Telkom – their server has a fault and they have to get someone from CT to fix. I am struggling with the net and a post takes me about an hour to put up. Airmail and Skype are fine at least.
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28/12/2012 at 8:16 am
Loved it adee!
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28/12/2012 at 8:53 am
I’m so glad, Hope.
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28/12/2012 at 9:00 am
Flesh and bone can write the music
And the heart supply the beat,
But for the music to be whole – it needs soul
…
Beautiful Denise. Yes, life is a percussion instrument and it needs a little bit of warmth for the skin to get taut and the bones to play to heart’s beat. That warmth is the spirit , ignited by frictions of life.
I love these three lines to eternity.
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28/12/2012 at 11:09 am
Thank you, SuNaMu. I woke up this morning with the first three lines in my head – which I loved. The rest I struggled with as you can no doubt tell. One day I hope to try and improve on it.
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28/12/2012 at 3:02 pm
so true in how we leave a bit of soul in our work…if we dont it is lifeless and you can tell when it is heard or sang…ha i rather like the end, it makes me think of trying to manufacture it…
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28/12/2012 at 3:21 pm
I believe we do. Sometimes more soul than others, I think, and that is what makes one work greater than others. And work without soul is lifeless as you say, Brian. One can try to instil ‘life’ into some or other artwork, but if it doesn’t come from the heart it won’t succeed.
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28/12/2012 at 3:02 pm
Love this, adee, the humour and all. 😀
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28/12/2012 at 3:22 pm
Thanks, AD, but I thought the humour fell really flat 😦
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28/12/2012 at 6:49 pm
Congratulations Denise… You are the first person, that I know, to have ever used “rumpsteak” in a poem.. Again kudos.. LOL
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28/12/2012 at 8:08 pm
Oh, wow, thanks so much for the kudos, Jake, I must say I do love steak, lol! 😀
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29/12/2012 at 7:17 am
I know! What is up with that “vegan” thing? “Where’s the Beef?”
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29/12/2012 at 10:37 am
You’ve no idea how guilty I feel admitting that I love a steak – only now and then I must admit because of the price! I would love to be a vegetarian, however…
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29/12/2012 at 8:05 pm
Just remember, those canine teeth that nature gave you are for carnivores.. And you don’t mess with “mother nature”.. LOL
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28/12/2012 at 10:56 pm
I don’t agree “the rest is codswallop, Denise. I can think of some very overdone poems! Maybe a look back at mine might be fruitful!
John
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29/12/2012 at 6:26 am
Haha, John, when I look back at some of mine, I cringe. What I meant though was that the rest of this poem, after the first three lines, is so badly written it isn’t actually poetry.
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13/01/2013 at 6:19 am
Wonderfully lucid and accurate.
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13/01/2013 at 6:27 am
Thanks, Mark, for the kind comment! 🙂
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