For the Bards
Saturday, October 22, 2011 at 6:21PM
Saturday, October 22, 2011 at 6:21PM
Sunday, March 27, 2011 at 5:30PM Here's another snippet I have found from past scribblings during a Sunday afternoon's 'long dark teatime of the soul' (after Douglas Adams).
I might sit on it a bit and then re-work it.
music
holds safe keys of
sound secrets hollow
resonance into intervals
that shape the
distance of moments feeling
we each drop into
its river at the unsame
place again the depths
surround and the bubblenotes
drift up as we breathe.
allow our pain to be beauty and our every moment
frustrated thoughts walled to disintegrate
into an escalated run of
fingerfrets, bassic dropped instinct
found
free.
Annalise Friend
Ok, here we go, just saw this edit:
Music
holds safe keys of
secret, hollow resonance.
Intervals shape the
distance of moments;
we each drop into
its river at the cool
place again, the depths
surround, and the bubblenotes
drift up as we breathe.
Hissing our pain into sound. A
hemmed thought disintegrates
into an escalated run of
fingerfrets.