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Broken Strings
its was way before
hopelessness reigned
a sighing resignation
never diving in
the pool of hope
more dangling on invisible threads
then the whispers of promises came
giving good tidings
o but there must be a sunray
from the darkness of the tunnel
running to grab the offering
what was there on offer
simple really, in recollection
just to be alive, smelling the coffee
smiling at silly jokes
the companionship
the music was played
individual orchestra from pulsing hearts
then the guitar string broke
slashing into hopeful retinas
the songs of hope went silent
an old song repeated
an old path well trodden
there would be stairs in the end
but the room at the top
might not echo the beating heart.
Published 8th Nov 2015
| Edited 30th May 2020
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Anonymous
8th Nov 2015 3:54pm
Very complex piece (for me) don't stop making the music.The best rhythm is that of a beating heart.
The 'sun rays' shines all day even when it is cloudy.
I like this over my first cup of coffee.
The 'sun rays' shines all day even when it is cloudy.
I like this over my first cup of coffee.
9th Nov 2015 00:38am
Slogasm, thank you for reading. There are always pauses in beautiful music, and when the strings break, it takes a longer pause. The sun rays are lways there, hidden by clouds some times.
Anonymous
8th Nov 2015 5:08pm
Loved this introspection you have graced us with, Grace.
One of the better writes of poetical deep thinking I have
ever read. It has it all. The hope of things to come. Promises
given, promises accepted and recorded. Love. Never seems
to relax and let everything proceed as it should. Some anxiety
seeps into the relationship and that is when the stairs appear
and you just know that if you climb them it will never be the
same as before. Love. It lavishes more hurt and despair than
any other one thing in this old world.
One of the better writes of poetical deep thinking I have
ever read. It has it all. The hope of things to come. Promises
given, promises accepted and recorded. Love. Never seems
to relax and let everything proceed as it should. Some anxiety
seeps into the relationship and that is when the stairs appear
and you just know that if you climb them it will never be the
same as before. Love. It lavishes more hurt and despair than
any other one thing in this old world.
9th Nov 2015 00:43am
Indeed Scooter...love...it is a beautiful thing but it can also change us in many ways but most time I would like to think disappointment makes us stronger and more resilient.:) thanks for reading.
8th Nov 2015 7:35pm
This comes across to me as Redemption
just out of reach, yet unrealized.
Sometimes we get glimpses, obscured views,
a form yet without definite shape in our minds
of something just on the horizon.
It's there yet for a time still to come; it's approaching
if we can just hold on with the Strength of Hope.
A write that made my mind Muse Grace...
Thank You: Watchman
just out of reach, yet unrealized.
Sometimes we get glimpses, obscured views,
a form yet without definite shape in our minds
of something just on the horizon.
It's there yet for a time still to come; it's approaching
if we can just hold on with the Strength of Hope.
A write that made my mind Muse Grace...
Thank You: Watchman
9th Nov 2015 00:45am
Hi Watchman, thank you for reading. Holding on for what lies ahead is the only thing to do. It will come, I am sure. Sanctuary.
9th Nov 2015 9:21am
Sad but beautiful...that song of missin notes, something I try to find daily... Still searching however. Excellent piece my friend
9th Nov 2015 11:26pm
Hi Poetik, true enough...everyday is a quest for that missing note. Maybe not this lifetime eh. Thanks for reading.
