Tagged: strings
we take turns holding
we take turns holding
the conversation like a
cat’s cradle string game –
you pinch these figures into
meaning, i hook, dip, and pull
.
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to tell the truth, as soon
to tell the truth, as soon
as i have settled into
the wait at the gate,
boarding pass in hand,
homeward bound,
i am split into two –
one in anticipation,
with joy, the other,
already in the future,
sitting at another
gate, heart
untangling the
strings that keep
pulling me
home, taut with
renewed longing –
waiting to be whole
.
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every morning, being
every morning, being
present is
washing the blender
and noting how sharp
our brains can be
tuned even while our
bodies are still
rosining their bows
.
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i know i will have trouble
i know i will have trouble
falling asleep today,
tomorrow, maybe
the next day, but
life
will catch up with
death, or vice versa,
and time will slowly draw
our strings together again
.
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it takes a bit of
it takes a bit of
muscle to love
the things you
love. the next time
you are quivering
in that very
moment, be
bold, break a
string or two,
vibrate until
they see you
.
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between musicians
between musicians
camaraderie comes at
the conductor’s beat
strings rub elbows with brass, while
percussion loves silently
.
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