modes of love





i wonder

do you hear me


as dorian or aeolian

lydian, mixolydian

surely not locrian

some say i'm phrygian, ha ha. i say ah ah


silly me, i'm ionian

i'm vanilla

bring your own sprinkles

i'm the girl next door


i guess the question is

next door to what




and you

how do i hear you



in an unfamiliar key


between a lilting soprano


and a growling basso profundo


in the range of assurance and grace

in a voice untamed and pure


and if smiling can be heard



















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Written on 2015-08-31 at 00:53

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
What a pleasant, tranquil poem. You may not have been able to hear, but I was smiling when I got to the end of it.

At BirdBrains, we have some knowledge of musical modes and we like thy association of modes with character and even flavour. Perhaps there is a flavour for every mode. This is of great interest to us.
When we first read this piece, it had just one verse; we are delighted by the addition of the second, with its musings on keys, pitches and further attributes. It is pleasant to muse on the sound of a smile. Sage Coo smiles; a single 'ting!' on a triangle is heard. We applaud musically.