The wind shining to dazzling ripples
illuminates the piano keys, light a brilliant future.
The sunset that day become a me.
the feelings of their forms the melody.
Gazing at those noble flowers,
If I close chords I play echo,
Right my eyes I can feel a shining ripple
is strongly overflowing now,
I want this wave to reach you.
This important I’m searching emotion,
I want to convey something present, and future.
Dazzling for the words to connect the past,
Shining to ripples accumulate, and soar in.
Ice fragments melt, alight a brilliant future,
the splintered tiny instant reflected away.
Charming people's hearts for just a white.
My pain is a path, in my eyes is a purple
melting into endless truth
stretching that, leading into the distance.
I’ll start out in front of us, to raise your eyes.
running to this unknown future,
slow time and move hearts.
Searching for the words that weave
with the wind at my embracing, my precious emotions.
back to the brightly shining, dazzling,
to tell her to always ride.
Who was somehow scared of shining?
Look forward and believe, my precious.
Echoing wherever, to song, if you look up they'll reach you.
Emotion, I want to convey the distance.
for the words to accumulate something important,
Dazzling ripples connect the past, present, and future,
a brilliant future, and soar in the wind,
Looking back on this poem, I still feel moved by the phrases of sadness and melancholy. Originally, the poem was in a block text, almost like a paragraph form. I didn’t think that that formed enough emotion when reading it versus reciting it. After moving around the spacing and breaking lines into pieces, it turned out to have better impact with each line. Lines like “I’ll run the sky” and “Who was scared of shining?” held more meaning in this narrative of musical solitude. Reading this over and over gave me the impression of the word pulsing through the subject to bring them back from their cold, lifeless state. I definitely could have played more with this poem rather than just using the cut-up generator, but I enjoyed the raw output. I had not titled this poem when I first wrote it. I had to think a lot about the story I wanted readers to see from this. Playing with the imagery in my head, I decided that “Anemone Sonata” would be the best title. The white and purple of the anemone flower mix together in the melting truth of charmed hearts, and the subject dances alone while dreaming of the future sky. The anemone also means “flower of the wind” and a flower symbolizing death. The subject is reborn in the form of nature itself follows the wind to move through time. Since a sonata is used as a dance, the subject dances in the wind or is the wind the causes the flowers to dance and charms the hearts of those still alive. The subject is free in this rebirth and shines more than their past self ever could.