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Concrete poem |
My garden is a choir 2024 G.F. Frontera My garden is a choir, with each flower arranged 'cordingly each blossom sings a Capella in its octave range of treble or bass Soprano and Alto, Tenor and Bass - one voice psalm and song in four part harmony Canticle of Canticles in a myriad clamor of colors refraining hallelujahs and hosannas to a higher power singing for themselves, singing for the sake of singing Kyrie and response in antiphonal musical measures Daisies and Daffodils, Mums and Marigolds Blend and balance each note to a bar Roses red and white, pink and purple add passion and power to chords pronounce Poppies and Forget-Me-Nots offer a dirge, a melancholy melody in remembrance of the battle weary, fallen in the great conflict of years past, and brothers of the square and compasses burned, in the furnace of terror, each new bud a reminder of sacrifice made unselfishly Tiger Lilies and Tulips in perfect pitch in point-counterpoint arrangement resonates through air to sing an ode to joy to lift up the soul and stir the spirit of the forlorn and forgotten Sunflowers and Dahlias bellow in deep rich tones Birch and Beech, Maple and Spruce respond with branches dancing Voices of Seraphim and Cherubim pale in comparison to each flourishing flower My garden is a choir, with each flower arranged 'cordingly |