{"id":3198,"date":"2019-12-27T07:15:09","date_gmt":"2019-12-27T11:15:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/?p=3198"},"modified":"2019-12-27T23:57:27","modified_gmt":"2019-12-28T03:57:27","slug":"weekly-feature-doloroso-a-poem-by-gayle-j-greenlea","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/2019\/12\/27\/weekly-feature-doloroso-a-poem-by-gayle-j-greenlea\/","title":{"rendered":"Weekly Feature | Doloroso, by Gayle J. Greenlea"},"content":{"rendered":"

photo by Man Ray<\/em><\/p>\n

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Somewhere the notes fell<\/span>
\nfrom our music — a dark indigo<\/span>
\npooling around the polished<\/span>
\nsunlit surfaces of our instruments<\/span>
\nEven the birds in the fig tree<\/span>
\nseem to notice the hushed tones<\/span>
\ncareful steps outside<\/span>
\neach other\u2019s rooms. They chirp a forlorn<\/span>
\nadagietto doloroso to our movements<\/span><\/p>\n

For every missing note<\/span>
\nthere is a deeper<\/span>
\ntimbre that cannot be expressed<\/span>
\nthat will not rest easy on the staff<\/span><\/p>\n

When did we stop speaking without words?<\/span><\/p>\n

Tonight the wind plays a concert<\/span>
\nin the trees and I miss the mellifluous<\/span>
\ntones of our worn and beaten<\/span>
\nStradivarius. I am bowed to your strings<\/span>
\nin a lonely fugue. The ghost<\/span>
\nof your hand breathes<\/span>
\nagainst my cheek as the clock ticks<\/span>
\non the mantle, a metronome of memory<\/span>
\nwhose pendulum I long to adjust.<\/span>
\nI can almost hear your feet stamp<\/span>
\nagainst the doormat as you shake<\/span>
\nthe rain from your coat<\/span>
\nbut it is only the rumble<\/span>
\nof distant thunder<\/span><\/p>\n

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Artist Statement:<\/strong> Art has a unique ability, even responsibility, to wake people up, to help them engage emotionally with fearful and disturbing subjects, and hopefully, stir them to action. Pablo Neruda said, ‘Poetry is bread’ and a tool for justice. I believe language is powerful and that poetry can indeed play a role in justice-making and social change. <\/em><\/p>\n

Author\u2019s Bio: <\/strong>Gayle J. Greenlea is an award-winning poet and counselor for survivors of sexual and gender-related violence. Her poem, “Wonderland\u201d, received the Australian Poetry Prod Award in 2011. She shortlisted and longlisted for the Fish Poetry Prize in 2013, and debuted her first novel, Zero Gravity, at the KGB Literary Bar in Manhattan in 2016. Her work has been published in St. Julian Press, Rebelle Society, A Time to Speak, Astronomy Magazine and The Australian Health Review.<\/em><\/p>\n

Please find author’s inspiration with “GOP Senator Blocked Gun Control Bill,” Business Insider, November 2019.\u00a0<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

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