Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Fret

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/

6 comments:

  1. Fingers placed just so across the bars of cold - excellent image.

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  2. heart frets hurt. you've captured the feeling very well in your poem
    JadeLi at http://tao-talk.com

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  3. Roslyn, your quadrille conveys the essence of the heart’s fret, so bleak and sad.

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  4. Nice take on the prompt.
    I especially like
    "across the bars of cold
    memory; sounding bitter
    notes of hope"

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  5. I love how you used the image of the fretboard to capture the blues of being... life itself is a song played in minor.

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