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An Orchestration

Updated on January 29, 2015
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The maestro is on the rotating stage

Of life, as he has always been.

With every beat, the heart does engage

The same, for the most pretentious queen.


With each down stroke of the powerful baton,

Each instrument is brought to life.

Time becomes fluid and mesmerizing upon

Whence the flow is like warm butter on a knife.


The oboes kiss my outstretched hand,

The clarinets are frosting, yet willowy.

Trumpets doth shout a forward command,

Violins whisper of times in pretense, to be.


The crescendo grips my longing soul

And cadence calls only to silence me.

My heart is amidst the brass control

And pounds in sequence, unapologetically.


The acoustics bring my brain to fevered pitch

While I caress the succulent major third anon.

Seeking the implicit dominant, to scratch a nagging itch

The notes dangle and dance in the air in crayon.


As I arise in tremulous emotion

And as I erringly look askance,

Guests in surrounding boxes are frozen

While a want-to-be conductor took a chance.


I quickly gain my senses and settle down again

My face crimson red, but then in shame

Maestro looks up at me but not in disdain,

As my actions called his youthful name.


For he was just as taken by the concert

Not more than forty years ago.

It was the icing on the cake, a true dessert

And now, I broke the spell quid pro quo.

© 2015 Deb Hirt

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Hey, Mary! You never know what I'll come up with...

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      Patricia Scott 2 years ago from sunny Florida

      O my....Bill is getting old...I guess we all are :D :D

      As I read this I felt the antics of Fantasia (Disney film) come alive for me on the screen.

      Love it.

      Angels are on the way to you this morning....keeping the music alive ps

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      Mary Craig 2 years ago from New York

      This beautiful poem surely shows how a conductor must feel as he brings sheet music to life with his baton. The humor is so subtle as to almost be totally hidden. Well done my friend.

      Voted up, awesome, beautiful, and interesting.

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Hey, degree! My high school music teacher loved it, too. I had him in the back of my mind when I wrote it.

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      deergha 2 years ago from ...... a place beyond now and beyond here !!!

      Mind blowing my friend...and what a music you can weave through your words dear !!!!

      Loves every bit of it really.

      Sharing and votes up.

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Hey, Dave! I love interjecting unusual things, so get used to it…(grin)

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      Dave 2 years ago from Lancashire north west England

      The " clarinets are frosted yet willowy " Love that line, another piece of excellent poetry, music and nature intertwined. well done.

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      And that YOU for reading, Alicia…(grin)

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      Linda Crampton 2 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

      You always have interesting ideas in your poems, Deb! Thank you for sharing them.

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Why, thanks, Nell! Music is to be heard with the ear and felt with the heart, like a good friend tells me.

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      Nell Rose 2 years ago from England

      Love your humor and the way you wrote this! your words also showed the power and beauty of the music too Deb, voted up and shared, nell

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      These things happen. I'm certainly in a hurry much of the time, so I understand. However, I will never get old.

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      Bill Holland 2 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thanks for covering my behind, Deb, but I suspect I just get in too big of a hurry and I'm not careful enough...that and I'm getting old. :)

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Might be that you have so many people in your life, Billy...

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      Bill Holland 2 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Deb, I have no idea why I'm doing that lately,other than the fact that I'm just getting old. Sorry about that!

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Yes, manatita, as you can tell, the words came from within me.

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      Yes, Deb, I noticed the mistake. Bill's a good man.

      I like this poetry, and it covers a beautiful subject. Music is the language of the Soul. I know you felt this. Much peace.

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Actually, Jodah, I am not, but I know a few of them. Thanks for reading, and hope to catch you on the flip side.

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Love this Deb, I could sense the fun you had writing it. You must be a musician to have written this so skilfull poem. Well done, voted up.

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      That is very possible, Sha. Thanks for reading.

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      Shauna L Bowling 2 years ago from Central Florida

      So does my dad. Maybe that's why I found yours lurking beneath this poem!

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      I have been hold that I have a very dry sense of humor, Sha.

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      Shauna L Bowling 2 years ago from Central Florida

      I love the beautiful music of your words with a touch of humor hidden beneath.

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      I wanted to include so many more instruments, perspy, but I didn't want to make the poem any longer. They will be in another poem sooner or later, not to worry!

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      I wanted to include so many more instruments, perspy, but I didn't want to make the poem any longer. They will be in another poem sooner or later, not to worry!

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      Demas W Jasper 2 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      I was with you until you stood up, and then my face got red too. No French Horns?

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, but I'm Deb(grin). The power of the pen can be so strong.

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      Bill Holland 2 years ago from Olympia, WA

      I could hear the music...check that...I could feel the music....the power of beautiful words, in the hands of a beautiful writer. Well done, Jen.