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The Leader's Trap
by Glenn CurrierThe flush of success
swelled his chest
its oxygen a joyful fuel.
Like those keen moments
when the strings and brass
pulse with percussions
as a single silver thread
knit by the swirl
of the maestro's baton.
Recalling and repeating
the remembered beat
of the their concert
the cool clear stream
of their co-creation
became a torrent
of ego eroding
the nurturing earth
from those tender roots.
He asked himself why
the sweet satisfaction
in the tick of that present
was not enough.
Why his memory
crowded out the divine
forgetting the violas,
flutes and trumpeted voices
intoned from their years
wafted in the bright air
through his waxy ears
lost in the briar
of his brokenness
and pride. 09/10/2007 Posted on 09/10/2007
Copyright © 2026 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/11/07 at 04:39 PM Snappy construction Glenn. The (band) leader's trap? Me thinks this goes much deeper than what musical notes initially serenade us here. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 09/12/07 at 01:50 AM WOW... it has been quite awhile since I was online, and able to read you... your poetry has grown tremendously!!!! I wanted to weep after reading this. You reach so deeply inside, I sit in wonder at the ability of any humanbeing to touch such deep places with words ! Awesome!!!! |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 09/12/07 at 05:44 PM Glenn, you go from the tip of joy to the depths of despair. In my mind, I can hear the music, then hear it fading until it's just an echo to the memory, as the band leader remembers the times when the silver baton was like a scepter in his hand and the band his subjects in musical obeisance.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/15/07 at 01:52 AM Says to me that satisfaction and peace must come from within not from external success. (Success is fleeting, but peace with God, others, and oneself brings contentment.)You say it fervently within the context of an excellent analogy. |
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