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the violins in my ears
serenade the cellos on my feet
i slosh through this land
as torrential rains gather
a sink in the muck-
a muddy mess
silence creates
more space than needed,
presses upon earth's tongue
and i
am unable to flow
without your direction
rain drenched hair
strangles rational logic
you could soak me in
to be
the bed for your flowers-
a fertile ground
for your budding
or
drain me out
into the drought
where no soft words
can grow.
Author notes
I started this a few days ago and haven't really figured out what to do with it yet...have already came back a couple times today since i've posted and switched a few things...
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Feet of cellos are so much better than clay
Wonderful poem. The earth's tongue speaks to join lovers who can grow together. I heard a street musician playing a cello in the train station once. The music provoked overwhelming and sad feelings without words, and the feeling was continuous without pause.
Violins of thought, sloshing through feelings in the rain. I can see it. -
I've been scribbling about rain for a week or so too
hasn't taken any solid form yet
I especially like the strangled logic
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i really like what you've done to this piece. i love it, this makes me think of being in limbo in regards to not knowing another's feelings towards you. the imagery and metaphor are beautiful & perfect, you have made them stick well together, they are cohesive which is so hard with metaphor. very well done...yes, either take me into your ground, or let me go..
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Thank you!
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Great ending. I love anything about the earth, and mud, and rain.
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