The following is an extract from “A turgid stem.”
http://gentledove2.wordpress.com/the-turgid-stem
Linnet flora
Between two chords.
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I am lost between two chords
the mandolin is playing
you found me wand’ring somewhere
between the cello strains.
Standing between the willow
and the tanner’s brook
I just don’t have a reason
to take a backward look.
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the last line really is the grabber — I have no need to look backwards –
really has me thinking — barbara
heyy Barbara, it’s gone 2.30am here but I’ll visit tomorrow, hope you are well
hey poet pretender
favorite line in this one: you found me wand’ring somewhere
between the cello strains.
How often kevin when a nice time comes to an end people say ah well that’s the end, but we should be in anticipation enjoying still the good time we had and waiting for the next chord or strain. God bless you and your endeavours for social justice.
“Between two chords”- great, Suz,:-). Words to stimulate the mind and soul.
That’’s my friend Jane.
I wonder if the chords are metaphors for the various milestones in life?
The resonance of what has just ended and anticipation of the next, it’s a joyful sigh of pleasure
good post,,
walk walk and sing on my heart chord
walk walk O best song in this world
Hi ya, welcome to my bloggy, is that your song?
Yeah, why should take a backward look if it just slows you down or make you cry…
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