We were moving forward
on an upward path
or so we thought
until time’s accordion opened,
suddenly as clouds part
to show the blazing sun.
Music of then became now and
forgotten strains swelled.
Not long ago
in grandmothers’ time
women raged
for their right
to vote.
Now their cries pierce through
billowing dust as
lost stories dance
from unlocked folds and
tales of exclusion
thought long banished,
(yet only a century old),
rumble from pursed lips.
Just so, ballads of millennia
tumble from a land
celebrating
one hundred (and fifty) years.
Linear myths shatter
while expanding worlds swirl
time reveals its nature.
~
©2017 Ontheland
Ontheland 
Love “time’s accordion” … a great image …
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Thanks Roger. I was finding myself wishing I had more experience with accordions so I could develop it more…but maybe the feeling/image I do have is it anyway…
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The easiest way to do this is to keep the central theme of music and add musical expressions. That way you create a thematic associative field and it will work well.
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Thank you Roger… I will keep this idea of an associative thematic field in mind :))
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Your poem captures the sense of so much progressive change yet so little movement forward. So much enclosed here Janice.
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Thank you Denis. Yes there have been many changes but not as thorough as we would like to think.
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Marvelous! 🥀🥀🥀
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Thank you 🙂
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