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Question:Traversing the fields of Ivory
The wondering Hand glides
Ever in the grace of gods
Dark and Light
Both Play
The road is marked on maps and Page
To falter would be error
Keeping eyes on the course
But ever walking in Rhythm
To the beat
1,2,3,4
1,2,3,4
Crescendo and Minor Fall
The journeys end will inflict
Ovation
And the world will Stand
To Fur Elise

I have read this to many and no one can see the truth before I point it out. See if you can guess…

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Traversing the fields of Ivory
The wondering Hand glides
Ever in the grace of gods
Dark and Light
Both Play
The road is marked on maps and Page
To falter would be error
Keeping eyes on the course
But ever walking in Rhythm
To the beat
1,2,3,4
1,2,3,4
Crescendo and Minor Fall
The journeys end will inflict
Ovation
And the world will Stand
To Fur Elise

I have read this to many and no one can see the truth before I point it out. See if you can guess…

For some reason I see a love scene with, of course, sheet music being played. A love scene with to people being intimate, that is... I don't know. I love being made to think.

Wait...I think Stevie Wonder and Frank Sinatra already did this...

Hey baby,
here we are
again
in the blues club
jamming with
the ancient beat
that great percussion
instrument

piano!!!

I'm with Scarlet on this one. You're playing the piano. Clever line "The journeys end will inflict/Ovation." Beautiful. That's so true too, for anyone who's been on stage. Sadly, it's kind of a poor payoff, when the lights dim. Actor's get disillusioned easily. We're such...emotional folk as it were. But this is another gem from the realm of Larouxe! Look at how much publicity you're getting. Will you soon be enmeshed in a martian web?

Are you at a piano concert or recital? I think you are the one playing! No , I know you are the one playing and this is how it makes you feel! Are you gonna give us the answer? BTW Fur Elise (Bagatelle in A minor) is by Beethoven not Mozart.

Let me say first, you write very good poetry. As good as my own, if I may flatter myself.

Now then....

I get the feeling that the beginning of the poem is about Ancient Greece or Rome, what with the state of Gods all about the grand city made of ivory, or perhaps marble (if ivory can be a metaphor for thus), but the whole sense is thrown of by the second part, what with the music. There goes that idea.

Hmmm.....It seems to be divided into four seperate parts.

"Traversing the fields of ivory
The wondering Hand glides
Ever in the grace of gods
Dark and Light
Both Play"

Geez...now its bugging me...

This would seem to be upon the subject of...Perhaps someone wandering through a forest, being viewed by the spirits of the plants and rocks...animism. But that doesn't explain the ivory....

I bow to your challenge my friend, but considering I'm a sore loser, I'll say this. Some of the power of a poem rests in the fact that its message can be understood; that it gives a deeper meaning which can be reflected upon.

Shall be coming back eagerly to find out the answer.

I think that playing the piano is the obvious answer. Like Elysabeth's poetry, you must read between the lines on this one.
I could be completely off so bear with me. It's just what I see in the poem. I kinda hate doing this because it makes me feel like an insecure kid again just about to say something so stupid that everyone will laugh and point fingers. However, I know that you are all very kind and you will not hold it against me.

For myself, I see the war in Iraq. Traversing the fields of ivory sand with the wondering hand of the US gliding (not sure about gliding). Both sides play at war and the road mapped on a page is an agenda.
We can't make a mistake and we must keep an eye on the prize, so to speak. Soldiers march to the beat 1,2,3,4. The weak fall and in the end it will all be worth it because the world will applaud the efforts.

Aside: This is what I see, not what I believe.

I knew instantly...you're playing the piano. I think it's a work of genius!

It is blatantly obvious to most of us here... but when you read with your mouth some things get lost... I know that is what happened and the main reason they didn't get it.

I love the way you take simple things and shift them into the realm of poetry in the way only Larouxe can.

What a grand poem with such of a tribute to the piano.you make the words just glide thru like a Mozart piece' played in the candle light.

Oh a challenge!..I don't know a compass?
Damn I know i'm wrong..*sniff* I'm not too smart I guess

Well Done!