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Array ( [sid] => 105985 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Harps [time] => 2005-09-19 03:43:08 [hometext] => Looking back on a season. A harp is a harp, albeit a noble and awesome instrument, but given the time and place, much more than just a harp to me. [bodytext] => I look with light
back on those days,
the days of resonant harps
in between cares.

I would never set foot
in those old haunts
without a full heart.
Where all things good and bad
came under a new light,
and I ached at its weight.

But the harps called me
over every time,
and sitting before one
the world was different
when seen through bright strings,
and silence would fall
in spite of all clamor.

And silence would stay
until my stumbling fingers
chanced on a good chord,
a chord among chords...

and deep meaning sailed forth.

That was the moment
all had been waiting for,
and with surpassing soundwaves
it all washed over, new
and purified, and soul-stabbing
and tears were not far
from my unblinded eyes.

My fingers flew after that
until I came back to myself
and found that clamor
had never absented itself,
but that it now sounded
with a subtle pattern
of near-pure melody.

And I left then
but those priests, the harps
stayed in the corners
and watched, and waited
to teach again.


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The Harps

Contributed by fionndruinne on Monday, 19th September 2005 @ 03:43:08 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



I look with light
back on those days,
the days of resonant harps
in between cares.

I would never set foot
in those old haunts
without a full heart.
Where all things good and bad
came under a new light,
and I ached at its weight.

But the harps called me
over every time,
and sitting before one
the world was different
when seen through bright strings,
and silence would fall
in spite of all clamor.

And silence would stay
until my stumbling fingers
chanced on a good chord,
a chord among chords...

and deep meaning sailed forth.

That was the moment
all had been waiting for,
and with surpassing soundwaves
it all washed over, new
and purified, and soul-stabbing
and tears were not far
from my unblinded eyes.

My fingers flew after that
until I came back to myself
and found that clamor
had never absented itself,
but that it now sounded
with a subtle pattern
of near-pure melody.

And I left then
but those priests, the harps
stayed in the corners
and watched, and waited
to teach again.


© MMV ADL




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Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Monday, 19th September 2005 @ 08:46:32 AM AEST
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There is something that music does to the soul, atleast to my soul that is unexplained by words. A great song can draw a person back unto himself, that is why I have always wanted to be a song writer. In a way my poems are songs with out notes people read my words but don't hear my melody. I think that about poems such as this too.


"I hear God singing and rejoicing
and I love my father's song
I hear God singing and he's saying
everyone must sing along
Righteous singing scares the devil
Let us sing our anthems lout
A sodier choir in heavenly concert
voices lifted faces bowed"

Quote from "I hear God singing to me" by E. Sherwin Mackintosh

Thank you for such a comforting write.


Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Monday, 19th September 2005 @ 09:43:21 AM AEST
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Well, Andrew, this was a soulful write. yes, music can bring you in touch with the inner,! Loved it, it helped bring the beginning, of my day to wanting to hear music. Now, I will listen and venture to work.! Thanks


Brew~


Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 19th September 2005 @ 11:41:41 AM AEST
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Yes, obviously much than a herp to you Andrew.
This piece has such feeling!!! And yet somehow tho it is about music and the harp, I tend to equate to myself and writing, such as the poem and the pen.
Very well felt Andrew!


Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by thumper on Monday, 19th September 2005 @ 01:06:38 PM AEST
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To get lost in music that you make is pure bliss. Harps are such lovely instruments and to master them must be divine. When I see that you have written something I know I'm in for a good read. Thank you for not disappointing. :o) Kudos!!
Thumps ;o)


Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Monday, 19th September 2005 @ 03:19:54 PM AEST
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Andrew, you are the only poet that I have to read in silence. I always have to. It's not right otherwise.

Yours are the type of poems that make me sigh every other second when I read them. They are always so peaceful, and so beautiful.

Please never stop writing.

*hugs*
Phil xxx


Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie-Kie on Monday, 19th September 2005 @ 07:11:25 PM AEST
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wow Andrew... just... wow

*is at a loss for words*

Love ya,
~Kiela~


Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by Loende on Saturday, 24th September 2005 @ 04:15:43 AM AEST
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Ah, mo duinne... it leaves a subtle tone behind, like a soft and gentle caress. You evoke such emotion and clarity that it is always a joy. Thank you for being you.

Slán, a ghrá.

Dawn


Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by Wachumiri on Saturday, 24th September 2005 @ 05:18:43 AM AEST
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Well Andrew, what can I say. Your fingers did stumble a lot, but they stumbled well.

and tears were not far
from my unblinded eyes.

Things I never thought I'd hear you say.
Anyhow, well done.
Take care.
David

P.S. Tell your mom to be nice. No more name calling please. I'm her nephew, for goodness sake!


Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 27th September 2005 @ 11:47:50 PM AEST
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I can hear the angels as they pluck the strings with their wings.

Your poem is surreal..dream-like, the resonant echo of heavenly music

Very beautiful Andrew

Thank you

Raquel Leah


Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by Man_On_High on Thursday, 29th September 2005 @ 09:19:41 PM AEST
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Andrew,
This is equisite-

"I would never set foot
in those old haunts
without a full heart.
Where all things good and bad
came under a new light,
and I ached at its weight."

I finds this stanza to be the perfect picture of all my new day-

Thanks for stirring up something in me that
has left me wondering what it would be like
to re-visit my former years, as I am now..
I wonder what that would be like..
lol..

I love this..immensely-

Yours-

Billy


Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Sunday, 2nd October 2005 @ 07:32:19 PM AEST
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The music of the harp is a rare and beautiful thing to hear. Your poetry a rare and beautiful thing to read.
Stitch 8)


Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by fielding88 on Tuesday, 4th October 2005 @ 09:57:00 PM AEST
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Holy friholy, this was a damn fine piece.

I would never set foot
in those old haunts
without a full heart.
Where all things good and bad
came under a new light,
and I ached at its weight.

That just set the entire tone of the poem. It was kind of a reminder of what kind of a mindset that will set off the imagination and just kind of glide you through this poem. Just awesome, honestly. Music has such a beautiful healing power, and to understand music is in my opinion one of the greatest skills to master. I'm learning this a bit too late, but it's nice to know that this harp stands for so much in this poem, as it should. You've proven that it serves such a greater purpose in life, that harp, and before I keep babbling, lol I'll just state my amazement at this poem, and my congratulations to you!


Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Wednesday, 5th October 2005 @ 11:51:10 PM AEST
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I absolutely adore the write that includes the thing that is not just the thing but very nearly everything if only because it is so much to the writer. And this... most certainly... is that. (I know that sounds a bit convaluted... but I am confident that you'll know what I mean by that.) Lucky is the one that finds it... and impressive is he (you) that manages to put it into words in a way that truly honors it.

You have embedded yourself here, I think, Andrew and one need only to listen closely to hear the song you're singing (yes... singing). The harp, Andrew, accompanies you beautifully... but it your voice that is most lovely here.


Finding myself again moved by your work,
~Snemmy



Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by blowfish_jane on Thursday, 6th October 2005 @ 03:11:45 AM AEST
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I just don’t know what to say with this brilliant writing. It’s just so… so perfect that one can’t feel belittle when reading this.

You have written something powerful Andrew, something so special. It was really really was WOW!!!


But the harps called me
over every time,
and sitting before one
the world was different
when seen through bright strings,
and silence would fall
in spite of all clamor.



Truly majestic…

Jane~


Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by Spazzo on Wednesday, 19th October 2005 @ 01:03:37 PM AEST
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This is an awesome poem.

Scott


Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by lady-quiet-dreamer on Wednesday, 21st December 2005 @ 07:21:10 PM AEST
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it has such a lovely melody i want to read it over and over. bravo and thanks for your comment on my poem.

lady dreamer


Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 15th March 2007 @ 03:08:11 AM AEST
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"And I heard a voice from heaven, like the sound of many waters and like the sound of loud thunder, and the voice which I heard was like that of harpists playing their harps. And they sang a new song before the throne and before the four living creatures and the elders; and no one could learn the song except the one hundred and fourty-four thousand who had been redeemed from the earth."
Revelation 14.2-3


Re: The Harps (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Saturday, 17th March 2007 @ 05:30:02 AM AEST
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I have always found the music of the harp takes me to an angelic, mystical place where angels and fairies dance and emit love to all who float around them and then I read this piece and heard the harps song....wonderful indeed.
That was the moment
all had been waiting for,
and with surpassing soundwaves
it all washed over, new
and purified, and soul-stabbing
and tears were not far
from my unblinded eyes.




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