my mental wings are stringed like violins
I soar among the clouds of symphonies
they’re sometimes brittle as your porcelain
and tremble to the rumbling timpani
at other times with strength of leathered beats
exposed in muscled stroboscopic light
my eagle-music burns with feathered heat
and swirl around with gyroscopic might
my music can be cold as icicles
or burning hot to make my bloodstream boil
sometimes it’s monochrome or it could trickle
into leaded grey to make the sunbeams cold
but music always touch my heart, my life
becomes a field where music fertilize
Musical instruments (music) by Giorgione
Today Anthony gives us a prompt about music at dVerse poetics. My music taste is fairly eclectic so I choose it depending on occasion.. I’m in a form mode again and why not a sonnet? I have tried to used slanted rhymes for effect again.
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October 14, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
music is definitely my 1st love; and the lines,
“but music always touch my heart, my life
becomes a field where music fertilize” really describes any music lover’s life… On point, Bjorn!
Bjorn, Great contrasts. Well written. 🙂 — Susan
A lovely (tuneful) sonnet!
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music fertilizing life….nice…i am much the same…and the music that i choose will often play into the mood…it informs my writing often….helps me establish rhythm….
A musical muse to fit any mood…nice 🙂
Great verse!
Sometimes I wish I could play an instrument and thus make ‘bloodstream boil’ through what I would play. Instead I have to contend with the happiness of having it touching my heart and hopefully fertilizing me.
I do think that music as a ‘fertilizer’ is a great image, Bjorn. Just as fertilizer enriches the soil, so music enriches us as well. Music has a way of ‘touching’ us to our core!
mental wings stringed – leathered beats – bravo!
Gorgeous! I adore that first stanza, and most especially the image you give us in the first line. And the second is absolutely visceral. The contrast between the first two is really nice.
Thank you 🙂 There are many poetry sites to write to.
i like different music styles as well…and if it goes extreme in one or the other direction, i don’t mind at all… and it def. goes straight to the heart without the brain detour…
the mental wings strung like violins…wow! i think that idea will stay with me all day. great write!
Mind music, soul symphonies, too cool, brother. This is my favorite of the sonnets you have offered up, because for me this time the message, the beat was clarion, & the form was secondary & non-distracting; almost like Beat Poetry itself; really fine word & music smithing, sir. I liked the line /exposed in muscled stroboscopic light/.
This is beautiful. I’m impressed with your mood for form. I’m never in that mood. But you really make it work. I especially like the idea of music fertilizing the field. Great thoughts.
Leathered beats! great piece!
I really love the close Bjorn – powerful write…
Inventive wordplay here makes for a fascinating journey.
Cheers,
Mark Butkus
Love the different ways of responding to music in the 3rd stanza Bjorn but your ending couplet is the heart of the poem ~ Great sonnet form too ~
Brilliant write Bjorn! I love your title and the sound you have created with these fantastic images. Cheers!
Nice to read here again. I like this sonnet. This was my favorite part:
“my music can be cold as icicles
or burning hot to make my bloodstream boil
sometimes it’s monochrome or it could trickle
into leaded grey to make the sunbeams cold”
oh I like all your sonnets ..slant rhymes included…mental strings is a winning line.
“but music always touch my heart, my life
becomes a field where music fertilize”
The ending here.. is my favorite part as the field truly is a heart.. that feeds on music to grow and grow and grow..
until ART is truly pART of HEARt!..:)
Alovely sonnet, Bjorn, musical as well as ABOUT music!
loved the closing lines..Bjorn..wonderful
I love your slanted rhymes (especially icicles/trickle), I think it adds to the musicality, keeping it from being too ‘oompah-oompah’ band, and making it more like a lyrical song.
Groovy piece. Love- “my eagle-music burns with feathered heat”
I especially like the lines ‘…brittle as your porcelain / and tremble to the rumbling timpani’
first… loved the opening line… also, loved the visuals which came to mind as I read… nice
This really conveys the extremes of music, just like our emotions, there is one for each significant moment of our lives.
stunning…the music within can be many things, but always yours…beautifully expressed.
i love your take on the prompt, Björn! to me at least, music and poetry can evoke such vivid imagery and touch us so deeply that the impression lingers within us, the listener/reader… sometimes even changing us permanently. your words exude a passion that left me feeling excited about all your possibilites. bravo!