Anxious, alarmed, grimly
haunted, so does the heart
fret, as time plays sorrow’s
song, demanding that the
fingers be placed just so,
across the bars of cold
memory; sounding bitter
notes of hope, reflected
in bleak, stark shadow
lines across mind’s sad,
sullen symphony.
https://dversepoets.com/2019/06/17/quadrille-82-fretboard-of-poetry/
https://dversepoets.com/2019/06/17/quadrille-82-fretboard-of-poetry/
Fingers placed just so across the bars of cold - excellent image.
ReplyDeleteheart frets hurt. you've captured the feeling very well in your poem
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Roslyn, your quadrille conveys the essence of the heart’s fret, so bleak and sad.
ReplyDeleteNice take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteI especially like
"across the bars of cold
memory; sounding bitter
notes of hope"
I love how you used the image of the fretboard to capture the blues of being... life itself is a song played in minor.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery in this is exquisite!
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