Everything a note

 

Everything I ever heard was a note

my life becoming

my life endangered 

my life ending

 

a resounding beautiful note

 

keys thumped by a fist

a string plucked

a bombs crescendo

the bullets that missed

 

my mothers sigh

my lovers why

my coming down

my guiltless high

 

your hello

and my goodbye

all resonate as notes to me

an endless sweeping symphony 

 

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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 9th Jan 2018 07:21

Thanks Martin, much appreciated.

All the best,

David.

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Martin Elder

Sat 6th Jan 2018 23:09

really love the flow of this poem David as much as what it conveys
nice one

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Wolfgar Miere

Wed 3rd Jan 2018 19:13

Many thanks Hannah, Colin and Ray.

It is a worthwhile comment you make there Hannah, there is very little that is more exhilarating or uplifting than to survive near death. The days, months and subsequent years can alter that perception though.

Colin, I suppose cacophony actually could fit quite well, dependent on what type of mood the reader is in.

Cheers Ray, glad you liked it.

David.



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raypool

Wed 3rd Jan 2018 11:24

A real gem David. Romantic and uplifting - what poetry can convey so well , all gently held in the palm of the mind.
Good new year's fare for all to share!

Ray

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Hannah Collins

Tue 2nd Jan 2018 17:34

Beautiful, a symphony indeed.
It is upbeat in spite of the bombs and bullets.
Happy New Year.

Hannah

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