Under The Autumn Moon: Enter Two Singers In The Chorus Comments

By Thanksgiving I will return to our society. By Christmas I will be teaching the Chorus new melodies you must learn by heart. By New Year's Day we will ready to premiere.

Where will I look for these melodies? Are some lodged in the corridors of my brain? Are song birds presently singing them? Can you hear the lone flute? the solitary guitar? From my dreams... all of them.

Hey, Daniel! Just read your latest three postings and noticed in this and the " Witness" one five-line stanzas. Did I ever mention that I learned from Jungian Psychiatrist Allen Chinen that five is a recurring and significant number in fairy tales relating to middle and later age? Anyway, I liked the dreamlike imagination of this one. And yes, where will we find these melodies? -Glen

Mesmerized by your profound poem, Mr. Daniel Sir! Such a loveliest, bit with melancholy autumnal poem. I have enjoyed very much your fascinating poem.5***** 5 Stars. I can be dreaming about this so cutest, sweet poem. We all can hear the music in this poem. Fantastic!

Silence is louder than a song. Isolation is good for introspection. Those who remains with self they learn more from surroundings. ***

Why not singing for six months?

A beautiful lyric poem full of great metaphor. Gentle lines 'Autumn moves in stately measures toward winter' Sad and melancholy like the changing of Autumn to Winter. Great write

You always deliver a treat for us to read, discover new thoughts to think, new realms to explore... you sing us into a state of poetry where you reign with lines like these: Where will I look for these melodies? Are some lodged in the corridors of my brain? Are song birds presently singing them? Can you hear the lone flute? the solitary guitar? From my dreams... all of them.

Yes, I can hear that flute and that guitar. They're in my dreams, too. Very nice poem.