Sunday, August 9, 2009

Sunday Poem

The sounds of the cello vibrate
loosening the chords of memory
bringing painful moments gingerly
to the open air

With gladness I greet them
finally able to see what I was missing
the darkness so obscured
the simple answers overlooked

Now what to do but to move on
with a knowing, tired smile
a warmer heart for sure
the music strenghthens dampened spirit

The dawn beckons with its light
here in the quiet darkness of night
oh, what to do but to write
bringing forth insights long dulled

Fingers on the bow poised for flight

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