Happy Throwback Thursday, readers! Today I’m reblogging a poem originally posted in early March, about the emotional potency of music. I believe that any genre of music has the power to evoke strong emotional reactions and can also offer a place of relaxation, comfort, solace or energy to the listener at times when they need it most.
Since it’s Throwback Thursday, I thought I’d repost one of my older poems today – in fact, the first poem I ever published, back in February this year. It’s one of my favourite poems that I’ve composed, based on the flood of conflicting emotions and difficult memories I get when listening to Ludovico Einaudi’s “Due Tramonti”. If you’ve never listened to it, please do – it is an utterly beautiful, heart-wrenching melody.
Get out of here.
Flee from your every fear,
Protect all that you hold dear.
Run until red in the face,
Hasten your steps, quicken the pace,
Closeted demons are giving chase.
Hurtle down the open path
Monsters are on the warpath
Seeking a violent bloodbath.
‘Til your heart is ready to pop
Never let your speed drop
They’ll catch you if you stop.
Towards the beckoning light
Away from the dark of night
Don’t be tempted to turn and fight.
Run from the relentless pursuit
And find a freedom absolute.
Don’t give them the chance to shoot.
Emma H, age 26, 10/03/2017
This poem is intended to be a lyrical/verbal/poetic representation of the Einaudi piece “Run”. It’s a beautiful tune which gradually seems to gain pace and urgency as it progresses, which I tried to capture with each stanza. I also think that it would work well as a spoken word poem. Let me know if you think it fits the music!
Music is my life-blood;
Melodies coursing through my veins
Make my heart beat in rhythm,
Pumping and pulsing to
Drown out the noise;
Emma H, age 26, 21/02/2017
Today’s bite-sized poem is an attempt to capture the essence of Ludovico Einaudi’s dark and mysterious piece, “Ascolta”. Take a listen and let me know what images are conjured for you!
Dark clouds creeping
Common sense sleeping
At the lion’s roar
My soul dreams; my heart takes flight
And begins to soar.
Emma H, age 26, 17/02/2017