Sweet Music?A Poem by Rebekah SmithI'd appreciate some comments: really not too sure on this li'l guy.
It's hard to see so clearly
All the strings of others' lives All their pieces Stripped & open - Lying naked in my gaze. I hear thier memory's echo See truth swimming in pooling tears I can retune these strings - I can make you play in harmony. But who is there to make the musician sing? To tighten up their loosened string? Does the fixer get a hand? Just someone to understand? It's a request more than a demand, But somebody please come & retune me. © 2016 Rebekah Smith |
StatsAuthorRebekah SmithBristol, South-West, United KingdomAboutThis is an extrememly hard box to fill, so my idle mind will leave it to your creative one. more..Writing
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