Leaning into Poetry
By mark_yelland-brown
Tue, 30 Apr 2019
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You draw on the ache,
A never ending well,
Of the right tone.
My heart is strung to the key
Of a single cello,
Over soft piano chords.
Timbre is everything
In terms of a structure to hang it on,
I lack the confidence of the technician,
Not really understanding the unwritten rules.
However,
I feel, rather than just see,
The beauty,
Of a faded rose,
With petals falling.
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