Curious how the sound of you
Pulls strings of my Soul
I had no idea were there.
Heart strings or chords
What’s more is more
Evoking memories and moods to care.
Dancing as a marionette
My nerves are forced to perform.
By choice or by your will
Movement inside - body still
Twilight’s breeze when the strings dance and sing to me.
Oh Lyre, Lyre, Lyre
The sound becomes my compass.
Reverence or meditation
Hearts know - more or less.
~Introverted Sage~
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Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 23rd, 2023 21:09
- Category: Love
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I’m really lovin this piece line by line and then that tripled when I read “the sound becomes my compass” it’s makes perfect sense and somehow none at all in the way that you would honor cuz it shouldn’t but it does and makes it freaking perfect, metaphor doesn’t capture it , I need a better word for that device that freaking rocked the page.
Thank you!!
I could probably start adding "some context" to my poetry.. this damn social anxiety! ha.. it's soo much to share and respond to comments 🙃we'll get there some day
.. for this one.. I was actually gifted a Lyre, coincidentally, after the instrument was showing up in multiple places in my life, like every where I went.. I saw one, or read about one and no experience with it before then. Once I got it all tuned and started playing it, it was like magic and it stirred up some long lost memories of the sounds it makes. This poem was what came to mind after.
I appreciate you 😊
I love being plugged in when it’s acoustical
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Oh lira,lira ,lira
Il suono diventa la mia bussola
Rivenza o meditazione
Il cuore sa- più o meno.
(bella lira italianna in memoriam +)
It does sound beautiful in Italian 💚
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