neglected
* What is that ethereal thread that ties us to an instrument, that makes it an essential part of our spirit, no matter how long we are torn from it?? *
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to press on strings, these digits, sore
thru pain, let chord and cadence pour
oh how could I so long ignore
that sound that stirred my spirit
and what had helped me hear it?
thru all those years of muse mistrust
and jousting gists that seemed unjust
you sat unvoiced, and gathered dust
yet, now, your tongue is finding
such beauty midst your binding
in dreams, I felt you’ve longed for my
soft press, to make you, sweetly, cry
hushed, empty hours with but a sigh
this heart, so lone and aching …
my passions - bloodless, breaking
still, life’s a circle, round-and-round
too long I walked that barren ground
and now, once more, in you I’ve found
that silence, strained, defeats me
and how your voice completes me
oh beg, forgive this daft old man
I missed your smooth neck ‘neath my hand
and each dear note that you command
let’s coax these dulcet hours …
where ballads bloom like flowers
come … let ballads bloom.
Copyright © 2023 Gregory Richard Barden
( this form is one I created called “cinqopet” - photographic art created by Yours Truly with iPhone 15 Pro Max and Prisma filters )
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2025
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