I had the idea for this poem playing over in my head this evening on the way home from the working week. If you’ve followed my poetry much over the past year or so you might have noticed that often what I write can be quite dark or melancholy. Today’s poem expresses perhaps my desire to express myself in other ways, and the joy that comes from finding a more positive tune to sing.
Hope in C Major
I have long rehearsed these minor keys;
I know every diminished chord.
Atonal clusters sound in me;
I linger on sharps and flats.
But sometimes my fingers stumble on
A chord that rings bright and true,
And all my minor chords resolve
With notes that sing like home,
My hand stretched out across the keys,
Surprised to find beneath
My fingers’ disarray three notes
That hold together me,
Rearranged yet still my ears
Know what chord they now hear:
A sound of resolution and
A space for songs to rest.