Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.
Kahlil Gibran
Our world has come to an awkward cadence.
Poco a poco an invisible virtuoso has taken hold.
We are sheltering a-cappella – one or two or a family
without our daily accompaniments.
We long for a melody in this new atonal reality
with its ostinato of rising cases and death tolls.
The daily recitative of politicians and medical professionals
has become an eerie refrain to a mournful dirge.
We lament in unison for those whose requiems are postponed
and hope for an accelerando in recoveries of the stricken.
This poem was inspired by a prompt by Stacey L. Joy on ethicalela.com. They are posting a prompt each day for the month of April in celebration of National Poetry Month. The challenge was to use musical terms in a poem.
Rita DiCarne 
Even if I were not fond of music, I would still be fully taken with your choice of a conceptual conceit. It truly unifies your metaphorical structure, and unification is precisely what your speaker seeks in the midst of what would drive the world apart. Superior verse.
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Thank you.
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You met the challenge! Longing for melody in atonal reality… this resonates… dirge and lament, and hope for accelerando… beautiful
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You did a great job responding to this prompt. Awesome poem, Rita
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I love the way you wove musical terms into your poem to create a melodic poem. 🙂
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Your use of musical terms in your poem is very eerily fitting as you reflect on our current reality in light of COVID-19. This phrase, “We are sheltering a-cappella – one or two or a family” made me stop and inhale….how very true that is! I long for a chance to have the music of others with full orchestra added to the song! Thanks for the post.
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