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Transposition
by Alison McKenzieIn a grove of trees,
Related but separated by space
And age,
There is a fragrant tune.
One instrument stands out,
A flame in a new fire,
Brilliant among the embers
Of ashes long gone cold.
An ancient residence,
I go there to live again,
Among the trees,
Warmed by a new flame,
Inhaling the scent of music,
Intoxicated by a familiar melody.
09/29/2009 Posted on 09/30/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
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| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 09/30/09 at 02:32 AM I like the romantic feel to this.Yet, when I reread it, I see other levels of meaning in the metaphors as well.I like that kind of duality in a poem. This is very well done, Ali.Thanks for sharing....and another for my favorites. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 09/30/09 at 02:49 AM this feels like a forest fire...with only mildly hot hands and very soft gloves. fancy woodwind instruments and nice people all around. this is prettier than i could write..natural and quite gorgeous. well done young lady! |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/01/09 at 02:55 PM This is like one of those "Beat House" poems from my youth. Thanks for jiggling a memory of a time, L-O-N-G Time Gone! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/01/09 at 04:43 PM I see and hear in this the deep orange-brown melody from a violin crafted lovingly from a tree created specifically for that purpose - to lift our spirits beyond the confines and dullness of our daily routines. And so it is... your poem does just that. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/06/09 at 03:01 AM I love the returning with a renewed sense, and the fragrant music is so completely beautiful. |
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