Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #163
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. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There is a certain silence in the burden of unseen things
Quieter than a broken cello that no longer has its strings
The songs of a thousand sorrows a choir shall never sing
But still one heart will hold them all within its broken wings
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Your hair is a legato
That flows as soft as wings
Your fingertips hold true moments
That turn eternity with every string
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There is a force that music surely holds
It moves through the heart of broken souls
Like time and longing of regret’s lost dreams
It beckons and prods through winds and strings
I held it once with a hymnal on a tattered page
Listening to a choir and a cello play
No longer standing at a back aisle pew
for then I soared where hope and angels do.
O yes, Carrie!! The thoughts of musicians while they play, don't we wish we knew. And the listeners as well, "There is a force that music surely holds
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Like time and longing of regret’s lost dreams . . . "
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My favorite is the middle one, Carrie. It is so pretty.
ReplyDeleteEach is as beautiful as the last. You are so talented!
ReplyDelete"Your hair is a legato" - Wow!!! Perfect image and language!
ReplyDelete"For then I soared where hope and angels do." Carrie, your poetry has always been wonderful. But these days - it soars. Lovely!
ReplyDelete"There is a force that music surely holds
ReplyDeleteIt moves through the heart of broken souls"
yes indeed!!!
Much💛love
Carrie, this is gorgeous! You've created a healing poem.
ReplyDeleteYour hair is a legato .... sighs for days. During the years I performed at contests and recitals, I don't recall what went through my mind .... I was one with the music.
ReplyDeleteThese are beautiful musical odes .
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading the lyrical flow of your stanzas, Carrie. Music and musician merge into hypnotic communion here.
ReplyDeleteAll of them are great, but the middle is my favorite. Beautiful writing!!
ReplyDeleteNo longer standing at a back aisle pew
ReplyDeletefor then I soared where hope and angels do.
Cello music is most mesmerizing. Love to see your elation registered
with all sincerity Carrie!
Hank
Poignant and beautiful at the same time. I loved these lines "There is a force that music surely holds
ReplyDeleteIt moves through the heart of broken souls". Thank you for this beautiful poem, Carrie <3
like all good poetry your poem moves to the music of your words
ReplyDelete"I held it once with a hymnal on a tattered page
Listening to a choir and a cello play"
Gorgeous Carrie.
ReplyDeletewell composed carrie, very smooth a soothing sounds in this, enjoyed very much
ReplyDeleteThat last stanza is stunning, Carrie!
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