"The Concert" by Johann Georg Platzer‘The Concert’ by Dr. Emory D. Jones The Society October 11, 2018 Poetry 7 Comments So delicate at first, the music swells And fills with brilliance of a dawning sun Each listener and cracks the callused shells The world has formed around our heart. And none Remain unmoved as the orchestra weaves its spells Of purest harmony, for everyone Transcends into the realm where beauty dwells In ecstasy of sweet oblivion. The music thrusts us to celestial heights Where spirits alone can live, at one with God; No selfish clamor can disturb the rites Of passage of our souls set free, abroad In this eternity of blessed delights. Much purer now, we gratefully applaud. Dr. Emory D. Jones is a retired English teacher. He joined the Mississippi Poetry Society, Inc. in 1981 and has served as President of this society. He has over two hundred and thirty-five publishing credits including publication in such journals as Voices International, The White Rock Review, Free Xpressions Magazine, The Storyteller, Modern Poetry Quarterly Review, Gravel, Pasques Petals, The Pink Chameleon, and Encore: Journal of the NFSPS. He is retired and lives in Iuka, Mississippi, with his wife, Glenda. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 7 Responses E. V. October 11, 2018 This is a great poem! You’re very talented, and I enjoyed reading “The Concert”. If this is inappropriate, please excuse my suggestion: On the 2nd stanza, 2nd line, I’ve a desire to swap “can live” with “survive”. Maybe I’m wrong; what are your thoughts? Reply E. V. October 11, 2018 P.S.: I wouldn’t mind hearing why I’m wrong because it would be a learning opportunity. Reply James A. Tweedie October 11, 2018 Personally, I would write “Where spirits live in harmony with God.” But the poem belongs to Dr. Jones and is quite lovely as written. I especially like the phrase, “In ecstasy of sweet oblivion.” What an inspired way to say, “lost in the music.” E. V. October 11, 2018 “The Concert” is, indeed, a beautiful way to express appreciation for music. I also liked James’ version of the 2nd stanza, line 2. This version just sprung out at me: “Where purified spirits unite with God;” Regardless, this is an excellent poem. Reply Joseph S. Salemi October 11, 2018 Another possibility is: “Where spirits alone live, at one with God.” Reply E. V. October 11, 2018 I just noticed that there’s an extra (11th) syllable in the line. How about reversing “live” and “alone” to: “Where spirits live alone, at one with God”. There are lots of possibilities. I do love the poem; it’s just that one line that felt as if it could benefit from a little tweaking. Reply Jack Beaulieu October 12, 2018 “heart” should be plural–we all have different ones. Great music doesn’t take me to oblivion; it discomposes me. Great music doesn’t “thrust” me, it shatters me. Does music purify? I think it can expose, or force out honesty in spite of oneself. I once silenced a whole noisy neighborhood by opening my window wide and turning up Pachabel’s famous Canon to full volume. Within a minute the crowd was hushed. They were overwhelmed by its beauty while it lasted. Whether they forgot themselves eternally I have no way of knowing. But they did temporarily. Reply Leave a Reply to E. V. Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.