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notion
by Maria MassarellaThere is a
time part
of the journey
when
tears are lost
it would
seem so
is the music
then in
simpleness
when least
expected
the well
stirs
springs re
birthed
gift of tears
in their
rising to eyes
shimmer
before the
rolling
music begins
to piano play
concerts
inner ripple
expands
surfaces in
graced moves
air kissed
notion
initiates
the Dance
*m.angelina
11/06/2007 Author's Note:
the word 'piano' to be absorbed as i do in bilingual
entendre because for me it is not only 'piano' the
instrument, but also the piano of 'soft or slow' as in
italian
Posted on 11/06/2007
Copyright © 2025 Maria Massarella
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/06/07 at 06:05 PM Very nicely done. You obviously love music and have a real feel for it. Nice read! |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/06/07 at 08:57 PM I find myself lost in your words, yet transported to another world in which I find myself - new and renewed. Your words are like what I need for refreshment - the sun, the wind, the music, and whispers of strength. Even the tears refresh.
~Chelle~
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