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Saturday, April 26, 2014

PAD - Day 26 - Water (Poem 2)





Violin Concerto
I sat in thundered
silence pulse
pounding on
the couch as
music shook
the walls to
trembling
epiglottis
swinging
closed my
throat
I sat in thundered
silence against my
father feeling the
heat radiating
as he shook his
raven hair eyes
closed in ectasy
transported as was
I by the startled
mystic vision of
a single shimmered
tear tracking down
his flushed cheek
and knew now it
was true the
world was water
waiting for the
right notes to
fall

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