The Pledge Poem by Daniel Brick
The Pledge
The pledge you made yesterday
under the sunlight of March
binds you closely to Poetry.
But before proceeding further
look into the auditorium:
your audience droop and wilt
like flowers that drank too much sun.
They must be awakened, galvanized,
alert to every message, both blatant
and subtle. So let the trumpet in your
voice sound forth, filling this place of
silence with meaning. Improvise a drum roll
to introduce a solo flute, that chases
the trumpet melody and suddenly takes flight!
As the flute flies, it draws me up into the air.
We perform an awkward duet as we fly in tandem.
Then I watch as the flute flies through scales
and grace notes and comes to rest in a Largo.
It is time for my solo, and it only requires
I listen under the night sky to whatever message,
blatant or subtle, that is delivered to me.
Finally, I will drop the necessary words
into mix like so many coins tossed
into a baroque fountain of cool nocturnal waters.
hey, daniel! i like the flight in this poem. i'm reminded of images from marc chagall. yes, in spite of it all, let us joy in the art and goodness we can share, let us rise in tacit defiance of the bad news and forces that would make us sink. -glen
Hi Daniel- Ah, tis good to read a poem by you- it has been a while for me- - -> I will drop the necessary words into mix like so many coins tossed into a baroque fountain of cool nocturnal waters. < - - - - - - - - - - Now that is what I call writing literature! ! ! I am putting this into my fav list so I will read it again and again envy that songbird of a pen you have there! ! 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The pledge you made yesterday under the sunlight of March binds you closely to Poetry. But before proceeding further look into the auditorium: your audience droop and wilt like flowers that drank too much sun. They must be awakened, galvanized, alert to every message, both blatant and subtle- - - - - - - I am coming back to this poem to read it again and again.A great piece of art.