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the soul symphony
by Rachelle Howeshe's been strained an octave.
i counted the eighty-eight
keys of her soul, the black,
the white. the thin, the marked.
prints left, i wiped the dust
from her eyelashes and whispered,
"i'll be back in the morning,
i'll be back to play your womb again."
(she whispered, exhaled,
still daunting in the dream realm.
slipping on my shirt,
i pulled and buttoned,
only looking back
to see her halo splayed.)
she'd begun to heal me in the clefs,
those hard-to-reach places
that still held jagged sixteenths.
(but she had found my melody hidden,
her own harmony thrown into the mix.) 07/26/2004 Author's Note: for rita, my soul, my future wife.
Posted on 07/27/2004
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/30/04 at 09:45 PM Excellent analogy/use of metaphors Rachelle to describe another human being. I like the way she's touched your soul in a musical way. May it be a concerto never to end. :o) |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/04/04 at 08:09 AM Rita is one lucky lady. Beautiful poem & tribute to her. Delicate and sensuous at once. |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 08/04/04 at 08:09 PM Congradulations darling, this is a wonderful piece, I love the music references. A well deserved POtD |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 08/04/04 at 08:10 PM ...future wife? *suspicious eyes...* lol |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 08/04/04 at 09:03 PM oh my word...music to my ears...the metaphor strung through out is done to perfection...a well deserved POTD |
| Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 08/04/04 at 10:24 PM oh god rachelle, this is exquisite. what a wonderful POTD.
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| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 08/11/04 at 11:35 PM a beautiful expression of love....well done |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 08/15/04 at 07:44 PM my undiminished sixth sense suggests an air of sweet dissonance - an inspired composition |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 08/17/04 at 02:54 PM mmmm. love it...your style is maturing in such beautiful ways. |
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