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She Was the Moonlight Sonata
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She Was the Moonlight Sonata |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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She Was the Moonlight Sonata harbored undulations refused to surface, until first notes played, s l o w building a deluge, as recall jettisoned hard, spraying former times in varied tones and hues, sounds splashing in echoes of autumn leaves the climb upscale of Adagio, adulated, as loss of dreams held dear, first movements being all she had on the paths taken not until months after grieving should have been well grounded but yet to begin, that sharing started between a left-over daughter, hearing the left-behind sister still struggling to deal with their loss aunt and niece, now sharing, eldest having privileged truths as livid acceptance of pending extinction, the sister/mother having vented Venetianed rays onto all past wrongs which held court still, hardened beyond recognition, more bitter for having never shown before even as dust motes sparkled now patiently, aunt painting a diverse picture of the personal connection linking blood to blood placing enigmatic shadows into sunlit compassion niece/daughter sensing then, the deeper demise of having never known to ask her own mother of the dreams she had once had understanding more why some things had been uniquely important sensitivity now illuminated as reflected through inherited eyes of her mother, the why of, when she had sat before her upright grand, slender fingers dipping onto creamy ivories, having coveted the First Movement as if it had belonged to her the sadness the single flower between dark abysses outraged anger at past losses now, she identified that clarity which her mother had emoted, having become Beethoven’s despair so well for she had, over time, transformed into the First Movement a revelation that deafened the distance but defined the left-over daughter’s resilience |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
"Leftover daughter" What a sad term to use. I guess this poem touches me so deeply because I am the leftover daughter who no one has wanted to know for over 20 years....this poem had me in tears with its the sadness that seems to flow through it. A very powerful poem. Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggsssssss) Oh Sunshine, this was so so sad, it made me cry all the way through! (sad sigh) My heart goes out to the daughter and her loss, and I pray that now her dreams can come back and she can hear her mothers words whisper in her heart the song she cradled her with when she was young, to heal and fill her heart with love, for she will always be her moonlight sonata! (sad sigh) This is so heartaching but beautiful, sweet Karilea! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Sunshine, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Very special writing Kari, and I was relating it to my own situation, though its not about family for me. Loved it, Sandra |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
This was a very good read!!!!!!! |
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BSC
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Member Elite
since 2000-02-04
Posts 2919New York, USA |
You've certainly tugged some heartstrings with this Karilea ~ wow ~ I can't even begin to tell you... Bonnie |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Karliea, you tug hard today. The emotions so well versed in this are truly incredible. Wonderful write! On the wings of words our spirits fly....and our souls are free. |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Still time for a lilt not lament. Life's music being of individual composition it's conductor can demand with the gentle persuasion of the slightest movement of the slenderest hope of a wand the harmonious crescendo for a grander finale than a woeful dirge. "Happy people have no history" - French Proverb |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Karilea~ The notes emote sorrow in this piece~ Beautifully and tenderly done~ *Brava* *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
pianissimo Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karilea--How I can relate to the music you have played in such a grand and soulful way. Your words took me up, like music, and put me down at the end in amazement. Tender and thoughtful writing, my friend...and full of your heart. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
"sensing then, the deeper demise of having never known to ask her own mother of the dreams she had once had" This really got right into my heart Sunshine, the entire poem, but that is another poem. Thank you for this one, and she thanks you too! ~*~ Carpe' Diem ~*~ |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
~*~ Sunshine ~*~ This was my Mom's favorite song to play on the piano, and your poem "speaks" to me so softly in memory. I hope you don't mind me adding, Moonlight Sonata", "Pathetique Sonata" as it also reminds me of the softness of this poem and Mothers everywhere. I have added this to my library and this one I truly wish I could have written. ~*~ Carpe' Diem ~*~ |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Sunshine, Oh, now this was brilliantly done. This piano music crept in and wrapped itself around me, pulling me closer into your writing. Hauntingly sad on this bleak day in Ontario. Chris Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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