Cannon for Good Friday by Susan Cowger 3 Comments Tremolo: earth quakes Glissando: law shifts on grace Fermata: ripping *
Tattoo Girl says April 4, 2010 at 3:02 am Moon Poem 2 83% Crows riding wind waves Their black quick-rowing wing strokes. No hesitation. Prevail. Reply
Anonymous says April 3, 2010 at 4:59 am mmmm. Music. Noises culled from chaos and placed into an order. To communicate feeling. Action. Mood. All set to a score from a Composer who has a Story to tell. @Bethany: We're waiting. I've got a party going on over on FB. Reply
Craig and Bethany says April 2, 2010 at 11:41 pm Fantastic. The juxtaposition of the music terms totally makes it for me. Keep 'em coming! Any other takers? I promise to post an actual poem here soon. 🙂 Don't leave me hanging gang! Reply
Moon Poem 2
83%
Crows riding wind waves
Their black quick-rowing wing strokes.
No hesitation.
Prevail.
mmmm. Music. Noises culled from chaos and placed into an order. To communicate feeling. Action. Mood. All set to a score from a Composer who has a Story to tell.
@Bethany: We're waiting. I've got a party going on over on FB.
Fantastic. The juxtaposition of the music terms totally makes it for me. Keep 'em coming!
Any other takers? I promise to post an actual poem here soon. 🙂 Don't leave me hanging gang!