A rock beside the waves, fixity beside the infinity.
Bulging shadows
over ocean's waves;
and the ocean agitating, swearing
to the gods in the sky.
Hypnotizing, mesmerizing
roaring waves and the maddening sea;
I have always watched from the steady unwavering coast,
imaginary spirits reigning over the waters and the sky.
Distracting images of mermaids, mariners, siren's songs;
Haunting, casting a spell
on the memory and the mind;
bewitching, like a rock risen waywardly in the place where the tide
ebbs and rises again.
Withdraw from the waves and just watch,
everything change and everything motionless and still.
All reactions:
6Françoise Dhulesia, Daniele Chany and 4 othersFrançoise DhulesiaI will remember the first lines, like the overture of a symphony that is meant to be played agitato, animato!
As the poem develops, its musicality is explored to perfection, with a multitude of nuances, an alternation of silence and roaring. The
narrator, the observer and recipient of all the forces of the sea, stands as a music director, surfing on an infinity of sensations.
From largo to moderato, from andantino to the final adagio, the poetess is one with the sea, its amazing interpreter.
Françoise DhulesiaSushama Karnik The language of the piano is that of the heart, like yours, full of nuances and emotions. You know the language of the piano, intimate, intuitive. The keyboard is your playground, and the notes resonate throughout the largos, andantes
and allegros. In your poetic practice, words and sounds meet and the poet's art is to make them resonate, harmoniously. You know the language of music and play it with talent, intuitively.
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