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The Cellos’ Arc<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n Juxtaposition in the first verse of the tune, Like life, art imitates, and while one cello this story by heart\u2014know the ending the staff. In the beats and rhythms of <\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Cellos’ Arc Juxtaposition in the first verse of the tune, the cellos\u2019 lilt like a dance, but their haunting tones tell another story beneath the surface\u2014 how the tale will end with the promises shared in the song\u2019s first rhythms, not held until…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1004,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-108747","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108747","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1004"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=108747"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108747\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":117244,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108747\/revisions\/117244"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=108747"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=108747"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=108747"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/span>the cellos\u2019 lilt like a dance, but their haunting
\ntones tell another story beneath the surface\u2014
\nhow the tale will end with the promises shared
\nin the song\u2019s first rhythms, not held until its last notes<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
\n<\/span>lifts the melody to light and airy heights
\nthe other brings a bass line of sorrow
\nand loss. As though the musicians know<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
\n<\/span>before it begins. But they should, they have
\nplayed it many times before and the ending
\nhas been written, in the measures and bars along<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
\n<\/span>life. In the way it always goes. But maybe
\njust this once, the song will take a detour
\nand surprise us with its chorus and final verse.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n