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"Music is the universal language of mankind."

. ~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.

Trying to Hold the Moon

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To eat an egg, you must break the shell. ~Jamaican Proverb

I was standing on the quick sand of time

Bracing my love on banisters of doubt

Falling between your world and mine

I was unseen like coins in the couch

The secrets held in the reflection of my eyes

Were the moon I longed to give to you

It was close as a lover’s deepest sigh

Yet as far as an elk deep in the brush at noon

For you looked but never truly touched

Afraid of being hurt by the lover that is scorned

 You remained distant like a hunter in the brush

And when you missed the mark you only mourned

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I am doing a little something different here.  I could not decide where to end this poem.  So you can tell me what you think.  Here is more that I wrote that I decided later not to add.  You be the judge:

Risk is a high stakes gamble where one can lose

And in the search for love can be the same

I stood at the casino table and had to choose

But you cannot bet on hearts with only spades

I was the gambler putting it all out there

And you were the hunter on the make

Sometimes we cannot find the answer

When there is nothing left to save.

Odd Number

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Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows. ~John Betjeman

I may be a word person a poet of sorts, but as a child I had a weird relationship with numbers.

As I learned them in the start of schooling, I gave them genders.

  Let me introduce you to my friends:

1. He is a boy

2. She is a girl

3 She is a girl

4 He is a boy

5 She is a girl

6 She is a girl

7 He is a boy

8 She is a girl

9 He is a boy

10 He is a boy

So I guess you realize now, that I am a crazy loon that should probably be locked up in the Loony Ben!  That being said, here is my contribution to today's prompt at Imaginary Gardens.

Today's theme is: Synesthesia

If I decided to date it would be the number 8

she is a symmetrical beauty and

of course she has all the right curves

If I were to marry it would be the number 2

she is never fickle and the perfect number to serve

If I should choose to go camping

my trail hiking companion

choice would be number 9

he is hardy and a little reckless but in spandex

he sure looks fine

If I ever enter a beauty contest I want my judge to be number 10

he is always a good judge of character and his score always means

 you win!