Playing the Harp #poetry

 

harp music

meld rosewood and sinew to one

harp knowing each caress

 stroke fire into song

 fingers, loving press

practice lasting long

 night melody persists

 moonlit arias never gone

 pause for noted rest 

crescendo dance with dawn

musician and instrument one

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Tension in the strings

notes crash against the shore

concentric circles

*

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Marriage. How many know of  the beauty  (and tension) of marriage?

“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.”
Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

 


 

 

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Part of the Whole #devotion #poetry #humanity

chains and people

Whether poor or rich, tall or short

very young or oh so old

you child are part

of the greater whole

in this spinning world

rushing out of control

man would extinguish

the birds that sing

destruction is such a waste

still we await

the coming spring

we are connected

on each other lean

remember that this God above

the designer of hope

something great called Love

 

I am reminded of some sweet moments as a nurse and teacher with the friends I had made.  An outsider could have considered us different: Our language and skin color was not the same but the radiance in our smiles was like an echo and our voices had a beautiful blend as we sang. Culture may mold us and hand us mores. But as my dear friend Hil would say, we are sisters all the same. As the watercolors of life streak and create a new color, “man” gets angry at the thought that a “oneness” could be the start of a new day.

As a chain gathers strength by being linked together,  we as people gain support as we clasp hands and work together.
“I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.”

Ezekiel 36:26
“Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come.”

2 Corinthians 5:7
“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”

Revelation 21:4

 

To Unlock My Heart #napomo #poetsunited #poetry

I heard the song of sorrow

swinging in the trees

“So very long”

time passed

you hung there

out of reach

releasing me

from this prison

doable

as

“finding the key”

to the lock

a many keyed puzzle

lifetime’s maze

“impossible”

“give up”

I shout

whispered entreaty in silence

“please try”

a tear from the past

waters the soil

a buried heart

given up on life

and hope

a hand grasps

barren, corroded key

“Wait it is here!!!”

he calls from his grave

 hope turns

opens the lock

unleashes two

“me”

I weep

“you”

he smiles

 lives opened together

“joined by one key”

Believe in the conduit

of the art of poetry

dear reader

for in it

a poet can be one with the words

a reader can feel himself open

at times

 per chance

both reader and poet

for that singular moment

are united

thus the poem

 the key of many an undoing

~L. Moon