Thinking it over

these questions mutter to me

in the quietest hours

before wee dawn ruffles my curtains

blowing naked chills

over smooth skin beneath a peculiar dream

of winged fingers fooling me

        with the bluesy comfort of

old friends

preserving memories . . .

 

what [who?] determines the salvageability of

broken wings kicking up allergies in fine dust

in fine fashion

In.All.Optimism

for the greater good

[for appearance’ sake] if i only could

 

Secreted. [for later gratification?] in the denser fog

of ‘it could be worse’ [?]

        of the Acceptance expected yesterday

 

 

I open my eyes to my saddest song of

Knowing.

My fingers will never forget

a lifetime of Bending Keys

so sweetly. . .

 

 

And in the silence

    i grieve.

making not a sound.

Reviews

[...]

I believe that grieving is meant for a deeper understanding of our ability to love. A lot of people think that love is just happiness. Love is an action word. It requires even the exercise of loss. People seem to appreciate more what they don't take for granted. Pain is such a personal emotion...perhaps to build resilience. Your writing is so rooted and eloquent. It reaches out and touches, dear poet. You are truly gifted :)

[J]

your wisdom should be framed and hung for all to ponder. you are so thoughtful, lynn. i wrote this after a stroke and could no longer play piano ---- or type, etc. and was feeling quite sorry for myself. i still dream of playing and wake up so disappointed. so yes, we need to appreciate our lives before they're taken away. thank you for your kindest consideration of my work, dear you.

i will be able to spend more time here after the holidays to read more of you. :)

[...]

But you still are playing beautiful music with your words, J

[J]

ohmygoodness what a beautiful thing to say. [big smiles] thank you!

[Poetic Justice]

this is like a melancholy song which you can't help smiling to. Mysterious but familiar. .beautifully visceral

[J]

lovely, poet! thank you for your sweet comment!

[Poetic Justice]

a pleasure

[SkinlessFrank]

god yes, the saddest song IS awakening to the core-deep knowledge of knowing loss...what else can we do but be silent, for who really will hear our tears, and what do they matter in the end?

[J]

grieving is such a singular and lonely endeavor, isn't it? and yet the soul requires spent tears and quiet thought to heal. but it is the resilience we are blessed with that never fails to fascinate me. as a dear friend once assured me, we form scar tissue yes, and go on, but we learn better how to walk w/the pain. isn't that beautiful ... thank you for your heart, my friend. x

[SkinlessFrank]

what still amazes me is just how much abuse the human body and mind can take, and still come back to fight on another day

[J]

i KNOW! and sometimes it really pisses me off!

[Jack...]

Very beautiful and creative a piece you have woven here, like a tapestry of words all flowing to one center, or end. Each lines is a mind feed of its own, nourishing our thoughts and filling in the empty spots with beauty. Very cool.

[Criss ;)]

I think you dropped hereyour dream...you know what, this's very smooth write, i was floatin' in your words.......what a nice way of writing. you got me by this.
here you mentioned your beauty of the nature, here you've described some wisperness's of sound....at silence place. your pic' so nice n beautiful to see as well...yu know what i loved this last one

I open my eyes to my saddest song of
Knowing.
My fingers will never forget
a lifetime of Bending Keys
so sweetly. . .


And in the silence
i grieve.
making not a sound.

what a nice stanza, you've expressed here all over conclusion of your this writing, i was wishin' to read somthin' good and you made it...i loved this piece writing. your flow's damn nice.....

somewhere, you've talked about some memories too but i'd like to take your this piece as a dreamin' one...lol
as i'm a song writer, i can feel some deepness's of your this piece, if we read in dee[ then we'll know what the exact meanin' is of this writing and i got it..........i think i'm not gonna forgive this piece so easily from my mind....:)

you know what, i've made much songs, poem, but i didn't write such kinda a piece that could show some realness......i'd love to enjoy your work, i'll read your some more stuffs as soon as possible to read....i think i'd love to read your some books too if you've anyone.

i wish you'll go fast with your writing's and i think you're not gonna beat me alike "turtle" and "rabbit's story" ....lol ..hahahaha
glad to read your this beautiful piece,...
plz...have this from my heart 99. 8 / 100 :)

have a nice writin' ;)
take care....!!

[Wolfwind]

Music, notes
Words, lines
Memories and precious times
With every walk, every step
The spirits path endures
It breathes life and soulful cures
A timeless legacy of the journey

The wind and those breezes
Those moments an image freezes
Colorful art, like the souls rainbow
Like a laugh in the glory of the sun
Or a sigh at upon a moonlit night

It's my thought, that you dear Lady
Always found a way to say it just right.

Thank you for being an Angel who's ink always came to my eyes at just the right time to make me muse, ponder, learn and grow.

Your friend,
Aaron =)

[J]

oh aaron, your words are the softest touch in the loneliest dark ... what incredible feeling you've left for me. i'm so honored, my friend. this will stay with me -- close to my heart to be read again and again. thank you, aaron. xx

[Frieda P]

This spoke to my heart and a grieving part of me that misses my sister...you've touched me with your words, stunning write. Brava.

[J]

dear frieda -- pls forgive me my tardy response to your lovely review -- i just saw it, and you've moved me with your sweet heart. many thank yous for coming by. x

[Revery]

The sublime description of not only dwelling in a place but more, dwelling in a state or a time and the contrast it forces upon us. The contrast that fuels the passion so we know and we want. In this place how keen every sense becomes. Is it better to be so preoccupied that we don't see the beauty of even the simplest and beautiful elements of our existence. The ones that make us remember more and desire more.

I love canon in D. Perfection paired with your poem.

[J]

your thoughts are so telling of your heartbeats, rev, and they fall in the absolute quiet of a still pond sending concentric circles endless in their echos ...

canon in d is a masterpiece, agreed. thank you for keeping me company. :)

[Revery]

Thank you for being a friend j. The quality of your heart and soul shines bright. :)

[Arthur Henn]

Silence is the beauty of hearing ones own heart whisper...

(J) This was Beautiful in a very special way!

[J]

hello arthur! been off n away n off again ... thank you for special thoughts always. :) x

[Wondering Mind]

your style is so delicate and fine that it adds to the ache of the reader's heart

[J]

ohhhhhh and ((you)) my friend, remind me that there are compensations the universe bestows to mitigate hollows left ~ they appear in the spirit of friends whose perfect timing lifts and lessens the loss. thank you so much for your empathic words. x

[Wondering Mind]

YW, J :)