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The Cardinal

by James Shammas (Age: 53)
copyright 09-05-2005


Age Rating: 10 +

I saw a cardinal perched, full frontal and red.
I tried to frame it as it fled from sight,
Leaving bare the bottomless unlidded air
Punctured with thin, sharp staccato beeps,
Beeping, dotting for me like Morse code
The blank air and studding the sky with Braille.

I am thrown by the crow's searing shriek,
The woodpecker's drilling into a patient tree,
The owl hooting Who! from a bending branch.
Slipping off a string of sounds,

I segue to the concert hall and wonder why
Beethoven's Third is "humbly heroic,"
Or Brahm's First "poignant and stoic,"
Leaving poor Bartok "atonal and flat."

Sifting through the list of performers--
The players and patrons marching on--
I sit enmeshed in the interpretive mess,
Amid the dissonance of criticism;
All the while, the Cardinal just calls,
Content I just sit back and listen.




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        09-09-2005     David Pekrul        

I love waking up in the summer and listening to all the sounds outside my window. It is indeed a symphony. If I had to be either deaf or blind, I think I would choose Blind. There are just too many wonderful sounds to miss.

        09-08-2005     Jeniffer Brand        

It's odd how some people were meant to hear certain things and others arent? Or do we all have the same hearing but just dont listen? I think we all choose to hear and see what we want and shut other things out due to "rut of life".
Everything was created for a reason.
Nice write.

        09-06-2005     Anthony Lane Stahlhut        

It is a symphony, you just have to listen. We call the likes of Beethoven and Brahm and many others, masters of the music. Look around and really listen and you will find song everywhere you look! You still write over my head, but I try.This is a good poem and will make many stop and listen( they might have to leave the city to really hear anything). Anthony



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