Trina Layne Poet Free verse

Nostalgia

                                 colicky shadows
                                      sad mimes 
                                            time wanders 
                                    lover's treasured ballad 
                                           a circuitous  serenade
                                                             melody familiar 
                                              rolls
                                              echoing 
                                           irretrievable lyrics that stay 
                                            conscious
                              and your absence 
                                      this present offers
                                   stony pillows
                                            nights 
                                    upon days
                                          an uncompelled heart 
                                              following 
                                          a paper plane's pathetic 
                                              trajectory
                                     wakerife emptiness 
                                        most indebted 
                                              shamefully to dissatisfaction
                                                                  knives that cut thick 
                             and the unbearable balm of wounded cellos

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Brian Sambourne March 15, 2025 at 5:20 PM You are a true poet. What a remarkably evocative final line - "the unbearable balm of wounded cellos." Images so original like "stony pillows." May your poetic pen keep its flourish. Trina Layne March 15, 2025 at 6:53 PM Appreciated. I have a musical background and I have dabbled with theatre in the past. I think that it helps with creating poetry. I tend to experience a lot of my pieces in a multi-dimensional way. Sometimes one or more senses might be predominant. Whatever those feelings and sensations are, I then try to use the best possible words to capture them as closely as possible. Trina Layne March 15, 2025 at 6:53 PM Appreciated. I have a musical background and I have dabbled with theatre in the past. I think that it helps with creating poetry. I tend to experience a lot of my pieces in a multi-dimensional way. Sometimes one or more senses might be predominant. Whatever those feelings and sensations are, I then try to use the best possible words to capture them as closely as possible.

David Crandall March 14, 2025 at 8:46 PM interesting, unique phrases (wounded cellos). I see that sad trajectory. Trina Layne March 15, 2025 at 8:43 AM I like to mix it up. Sometimes, it works. Originally, I thought about violins ... but somehow thinking about the cello's timbre (more sonorous and not as jarring as the violin) I felt it would work better for the mood.

thriveni c mysore March 14, 2025 at 6:59 PM so controlled, so powerful. you have unique style with words dear friend. happy writing. Trina Layne March 15, 2025 at 8:36 AM Thanks for your feedback. It was inspired by Rick Parise's prompt. I think I will put that in the writer's notes now.