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| Courtesy the Sunday Muse |
All that we see or seem is but a dream
within a dream ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Perched on the edge of creativity
would I be the songs of the crows
pounding the ebony and ivory keys
for what never was, for all the heartache
and scars of lost dreams
would you listen to my grieving sonata
a journey of constantly moving emotions
it's hard to soar when your wings are torn
flying too close to the thistles and rose thorns
music of life, love and loss pass before my
bloodshot, teary eyes
Peck
PECK
PECKING apart pieces of my soul.....
Or...
would I be the songs of the mourning doves
softly breaking this spell of darkness
on wings of compassion
coo
coo
cooing
a renewed song of love and life....resting
on the bench of contentment
Perhaps..
I'd be the song of a free-bird soaring in the air of spontaneous energy...
full on, rhapsody of contrasting mood and tone, UN-tethered
a composition filled with lyrical passion
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Author's note: Thank you for taking the time to read the wanderings of my mind.
Nice one. Who knows which song will be you.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
Much❤live
Who know? It might depend on the day or mood. :)
DeleteThis is beautiful, True. So many possibilities for song.......I especially love the songs of the mourning doves. My sister has a flock in her yard.
ReplyDeleteThank Sherry, There is a pair here that sits outside every morning.
DeleteBe the last one!
ReplyDeleteThat is the one for me.....
DeleteA very participation welcome, your adventures in song, "... Ibe the songs of the crows - pounding the ebony and ivory keys - for what never was, for all the heartache - and scars of lost dreams."
ReplyDeleteFun playing. Do you play? I had two semesters of College Piano and my teacher said I was ready for private lessons. But I didn't do that.
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Unfortunately, I do not play the piano. A humble hoop drum for me.
DeleteI suppose we find our voice somewhere in between the harshness and the cooing and the soaring and the torn wings.... thoughtful poem!
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely lovely Truedessa! I love the thoughts and questions and points of view of different birds. Having a voice is what writers truly do. I love this my friend!
ReplyDeleteThank you Dear Carrie, for all you do!
DeleteBeautiful, as always.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sandra for the support!
DeleteTruedessa, I like the inspiration you drew from this photo.
ReplyDeleteI'd listen to your grieving sonata.
ReplyDeleteThanks Blue! I know you would...
DeleteAll great songs but I think the last one is my favourite. Suzanne - Mapping Uncertainty
ReplyDeleteThank you Suzanne for visiting and commenting, much appreciated.
Delete'Perched on the edge of creativity would I be the songs of the crows' That's always the question, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteLove everything about this poem, Tru! Perfect formatting as well.
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