Movement of the melody
Lost in the
movement of the melody
Found in the center of the strumming
Carried out into the vast space beyond the horizon line
Only to return
to the rocking chair
on the back deck
In the darkness of the new moon
The crickets come out to play
Music fills the night sky
and I am
Okay, your turn:
Is there any particular imagery invoked for you by these lines of poetry?
In the stillness of the night, do we hear the melody all the more? Do we notice more of everything? Is that what it takes to grab our attention?
I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!