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| The Weight of Groans” Photography by Julie de Waroquier |
I carry the weight of your cries
the bow of heartbreak and loss
vibrate across my spine
and neck
We are connected as one
to resonate with my song
you must embrace my
body whole
For you I sing in an
unspoken language
bare the backbone of
my soul
In the light vulnerable
caught in a solo moment
there is a silent interlude
of hope
Written for
The Sunday Muse
author's note:
Caribbean Blues
is a Cello Piece
enjoy, it really is hauntingly beautiful
In the light vulnerable
caught in a solo moment
there is a silent interlude
of hope
Written for
The Sunday Muse
author's note:
Caribbean Blues
is a Cello Piece
enjoy, it really is hauntingly beautiful
What a beautiful poem, True. "We are connected as one....for you I sing in an unspoken language"....and I love that interlude of hope at the end.......
ReplyDeleteLovely writing here Truedessa from the title to the closing lines of hope. We are connected as one indeed! I agree the Cello is hauntingly beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWe always lift our voices in hope. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteSuch a connection can lift one up in those silent interludes.
ReplyDeleteStrong yet tender interpretation of the image True — well written.
ReplyDelete"the bow of heartbreak and loss
ReplyDeletevibrate across my spine
and neck"
There is such a mournful aspect to this. Wonderful, Truedessa!
Beautiful poem, True. . :)
ReplyDelete"Caught in a solo moment" enraptured with that thought. One cannot play without the other. They need each other in order to create sound.
ReplyDeleteI like the silent interlude of hope, as well as singing in an unknown language. Lovely writing, Truedessa!
ReplyDeleteI love the silent new interlude of hope. Great writing!
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