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If My Body Were an Orchestra What music would it play? Maybe on blue days, it’d riff cool jazz, or divide up organs into quintets: Miles Davis’s solo tongue, and Ella’s warm throat warbling "Someone to Watch Over Me" tuxedo-covered elbows scissoring Schubert’s "Death and The Maiden", spine extemporizing a xylophone rendition of Saint-Saëns' "Danse Macabre." How about Satchmo’s trumpet for a nose, YoYo Ma’s cello for a belly? Might my breasts intone motets from Poulenc’s Song of Solomon; my womb invoke Orff’s O Fortuna, with irony and kettle drums? Glenn Gould and I may play conjoined, felted fingers flying over Bach’s "Well-tempered Clavier." Since if’s the wanting word: If my body were an orchestra, it would choose Leonard Cohen’s "Hallelujah" as my grand finale. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2011-10-29 18:11:22
Critiquer Rating During Critique: Unknown
Joanne,
It sounds like life is looking good for you if you can sing about it.
Hallelujah! I love Leonard Cohen.
Music is the sound of universal love. How could we exist without it?
We are music itself. The celebration of existence.
Nice hearing from you always.
Enjoy your work!
Dellena