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Of a poet's technical resources, one of the most important is rhythm.
It is connected with the most primitive, the most deeply ingrained impulses in our nature.
You have only to consider the singing games of children or the tribal dances of primitive peoples or the rhythms of music to realize this. Rhythm is the very pulse of poetry.
In this week's poem Marion Rose Horgan of Cobh, Co. Cork, treats us to a lovely example of rhythm in poetry.
Marion is no stranger to this column and we have often featured poems from her highly entertaining book "My Road".
MELODY OF LIFE
I'm feeling in a minor mood,
But I think that's OK,
'Cos there's nothing major happening
In my world today.
Life can't just be a symphony,
Of movements loud and strong,
Sometimes it's a subtle tune
That keeps me holding on.
There won't be perfect harmony,
In the melody of life,
There'll be discord in the tune,
And jarring notes of strife.
And sometimes, in the solitude,
I hear a plaintive air,
Reflective tones that haunt me,
With a rhythm rich and rare.
Yes, life's a complex melody,
And, be it short or long,
Its notes of rich diversity
Create a wondrous song.
A dance, a fugue, a lullaby,
I know they all belong,
Each one has its season,
And suddenly..... they're gone.
© Marion Rose Horgan
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