by Glenn Currier
She allegroed into my tender years
a joyful noise in my ears
jingling staccato bracelets,
an adventure in my eyes
a gypsy goddess from the skies
clothed with verve
in purples and silk
and scarves of colors unnamed.
She birthed me on piano keys
taught me how music frees
gave the treble-me melody
and the bass-me blues.
Taught the suburban boy
Robeson and gospel
and Debussy French.
Told me tales of Vienna wood
took my fingers to Norway
and my heart to Stokowski-hood.
From America's South
she swept my mind
to Beethoven climes
trained my tongue and mouth
in Verdi and Rimsky-Korsakov.
I was her star child
the Earth mother
of my Music.
Author's Note: Dedicated to Ina Jackson Carmen, the first three-named woman in my life, my music teacher, my mentor, my liberator.
Posted on 11/24/2002
Copyright © 2021 Glenn Currier
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by JD Clay on 11/24/02 at 05:40 PM|
Absolutely beautiful Glenn. Poetry you can feel. This one courses through the veins with a magnificent energy that vibrates to the soul. Can't wait to hear the next session. Peace...
|Posted by Betania Tesch on 11/25/02 at 01:25 AM|
I had a really cool music teacher too...but I was such a punk. Nonetheless, her eternal patience kept me going to lessons. I liked this. It pleased me. And pleasing me is pretty high on the scale...I'm just rambling...
lookit me twirling in ciiiiircles.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/25/02 at 01:22 PM|
I thought all sirens made beautiful music in men's ears? Lucky Lucky Lucky Glenn.
|Posted by Vimal Rony on 11/25/02 at 05:20 PM|
What a wonderful poem to dedicate to someone who had/has a postive influence in ur life.This flows as beautifully as the music she taught u.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/25/02 at 05:24 PM|
A fine tribute for what definitely sounds like a fine woman and mentor. This poem nicely covers a lot of ground, Glenn...a definite feather in your cap.
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 05/21/05 at 08:52 PM|