Opera and Poetry

Although I do not listen to Wagner, Verdi, Mozart, Bizet and so many other incredible composers often enough, I dearly love opera and classical music. Unfortunately, I know quite a few people who approach opera and poetry with the same trepidation and incomprehension. My opinion is that opera is the voice of the soul, whereas poetry is the breath. Natural and necessary – and sometimes oh so beautiful.

So, here is a poem for tonight – written off the cuff at 11:31pm, so bear with me!


Wagner With a V

The fat lady sings

Her armor lifts and falls with the scales.

She blasts out the cry

Of heartache?


Passionate love?

As I child, the soaring, reaching arias

Woke me

Spoke to me

Bellowed for me when I could not

Iron-strong words ablaze with the searing heat of




The fat lady sings of all that lies quiet and waiting

Raw and honest



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