OUR SONG.
Sonorously resonant and meaningful
our melody did not die,
.#~#.
it just decompressed, is now lying
at rest and folded.
It currently has but few usable lines,
yet once alive and flowing
.#~#.
love's ballad, styled in momentary
angst, remains composed.
Though down to occasional base-beats
and presently weakened
.#~#.
with the weight of infrequency
love does not let go.
What we are told is to practise when
passive sears contact,
.#~#.
melts accord or sings unclearly
and love rightly knows.
Our orchestra may yet strike up love's
music as distrust mellows
.#~#.
and nostalgia re-wires tight keys
of each rusted blue-note.
Love's concerto if left incomplete still
strums fragmented themes
.#~#.
in minor's slow beats and quietly
hums harmonic tones.
Love yearns to compose its rhapsody
using duo-baton guide,
.#~#.
and thinks it high time to re-create
our song without lows.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments4
Good write Fay.
Love the form of this dear Fay
There is a saying in singing, and other procedures, which goes "Use it or lose it"
May your rhapsody of love become stronger each day.
Beautiful poem about the minor falls and major lifts of love.
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