{"id":2255,"date":"2020-08-18T14:32:41","date_gmt":"2020-08-18T18:32:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2255"},"modified":"2020-08-24T16:10:44","modified_gmt":"2020-08-24T20:10:44","slug":"the-song-of-songs-a-found-poem-by-jennifer-angelina-petro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2255","title":{"rendered":"The Song of Songs, A Collage Poem, By Jennifer Angelina Petro"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Song of Songs<\/p>\n

A Collage Poem<\/p>\n

By<\/p>\n

Jennifer Angelina Petro<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

(Using words and phrases from the book: \u201cViolin Playing as I Teach It,\u201d by Leopold Auer, published 1921, arranged and blended with my own words and phrases<\/em>).<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In case you find yourself aware<\/p>\n

(there is nothing trifling about that\u2014<\/p>\n

nothing beyond question)<\/p>\n

of the delicate sense of proportion<\/p>\n

joining you with the eternal<\/p>\n

vibrato of the soul,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

allow yourself to be<\/p>\n

carried away by the unexpected<\/p>\n

burst of joyous sonority.<\/p>\n

You will be unable to resist<\/p>\n

the calling forth a tone<\/p>\n

that holds and unfolds<\/p>\n

all that is good.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Your whole body is song.<\/p>\n

Sing for the sheer pleasure<\/p>\n

of who you are.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Transpose as you see fit,<\/p>\n

catch the reflections of resonances<\/p>\n

falling and rising sometimes round,<\/p>\n

full, sonorous; sometimes almost<\/p>\n

imagined in the necessary silences<\/p>\n

woven with the portamento<\/p>\n

merging all songs together.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A virtuoso exists for music,<\/p>\n

and you were born from tones spun<\/p>\n

from the song of songs,<\/p>\n

making you a bridge of octaves and keys<\/p>\n

connecting the ground<\/p>\n

of long experiences<\/p>\n

passed soul to soul<\/p>\n

for the good of all.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a> \"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

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