Nature’s Opus by Don Beukes

 

The storm is an echo of

what ravaged space and time

eating away at bliss sublime

a deep growl signals it

it knows it – The rumblings

like percussion drums

apologizing mesmerizing

rising above

scaring a lonely dove.

 

The rising waves a challenge

like bass over baritone

soprano over alto then

another sudden salvo as

a watery beast is let loose

causing murky mayhem

exacting its own wild wrath

evolving expanding evaporating.

 

The fire a mezzo soprano delivering

a fierce performance rising in destructive

tone cutting to the bone causing a hopeless

frown as amber flecks spit and scowl

in perfect staccato leaving no doubt of

their end goal turning green to charcoal.

 

The wind an ensemble of different tunes

a weeping cello lamenting its isolation

a weary oboe announcing misery and mystery

whilst a recorder innocently supports the whole

a new goal, still on the sidelines no real guides.

 

Auditory wailing hides the off key events

the unseen subsidence the silent killer

our demise our own doing causing man-made

flooding – life’s  rapids a brief warning knell

of the carnage to come, whilst future calm clouds

prevent devastating rip roaring epic events.

 

Nurture it

appreciate it

understand it

live with it

protect it

sing with it

feel with it…

 

© Don Beukes

 Excerpt from the book “Poetic Melodies”


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Preface . . .

There is a human language that encompasses the globe, regardless of race, color, creed or country. Much the same way as laughter or tears, or any of our human emotions. When we see someone laugh, there is a universal language that is communicated by all of us. We know they are happy. Just as when we see someone crying, it is generally accepted to mean they are, most likely, sad. However, the language I am referring to goes beyond the sight of emotions, and runs deeper than the tear streaked lines of a sad face. I am speaking of a language that can penetrate to the deepest depths of the human psyche, it can be felt in the beating of our hearts and it can leave us soaring among our dreams.

This universal language is music.

Upon these waves of sound we can find our spirits lifted to the heavens, we can feel the beats and the rhythms in our beings and we are moved by the vibrations. We may become lost in a memory or a moment of time may be singled out by the distinct patterns and oscillations of a melody. We may gather by the thousands to listen to this music together or we may be alone in our rooms, or be dancing with our friends or  cuddling with our love, but the universal language of music expands human communication beyond the normal realm. It propels us into the wavelengths of our souls, and it is there that we become in tune, we find our harmonies, and we recognize that there is a true power in music.

The poetry included in this book seeks to capture that essence and tap into that power. These are the lines of communication opened and inspired by the universal language called music.

Christopher Allen Breidinger, Author

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  1. Reblogged this on The Salamander Chronicles – Don Beukes and commented:
    From another award winning CTU Anthology!

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