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New Poem two versions. Which one do you like best?


It seems
this arm
cannot
continue
holding
up
the
heavy
wood
where
hand
can reach
the proper place
where fingers rise
and fall, press metal
into ebony. Wood no
longer touches strings
to flow sound
from hand to ear
back into my heart.
My vibrations sit alone
no more to merge, coalesce
with others’ notes, beats
and breath. They create the
music now and I partake
no more of sweet
symphonic
sound.

——————————————————————————————————————————————————-

SILENCED

It seems
this arm
cannot
continue
holding
up
the
heavy
wood
where
hand
can reach
the proper place
where fingers press the
metal strings into ebony to
form melodic lines. The bow
no longer strokes the string
to flow sweet
sounds to my
ear and then into
my heart. My music here is
silenced now, no more to
merge, to coalesce with others’
notes and beats and breaths.
They create the music now and I
no longer can partake
of sweet symphonic
sound.

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