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song of a tide

Fingertips fall— not like stones, but like rain, plucked silver threading the air. Each string holds a hush, a breath not yet forgotten. The musician builds— not a score, but the curve of a heron’s wing skimming dusk softly vanishing in a single glissando. The guzheng does not speak. It spills: vibrato, a tide rising then breaking against memory. Sound leans back— not toward silence ——but toward a distant shore we once heard.
________________ Note: Guzheng is a traditional Chinese musical instrument.

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Date: 6/1/2025 7:08:00 PM
Dear Jasmine, I’m swept up in the striking yet delicate beauty of your poem. I adore your creative lyrical expression and your use of natural and musical imageries flow magically from your golden pen. Your last stanza is a grand finale to an exquisite piece. Enrapturing! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
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Jasmine Tsai
Date: 6/1/2025 9:12:00 PM
Thank you so much for your beautiful praise, Susan! I've always wanted to write a piece inspired from something in my culture, and when I was listening to an old man playing guzheng in the metro... It just hit me. I really appreciate your kind words <3
Date: 5/30/2025 2:19:00 PM
Beautifully written, Jasmine. The title is perfect for your lyrical piece.
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Jasmine Tsai
Date: 5/30/2025 6:51:00 PM
Thank you so much, Franci!! I, too, think this title fits the piece better <3
Date: 5/29/2025 4:33:00 AM
Lovely, Jasmine! Fave!
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Jasmine Tsai
Date: 5/29/2025 4:37:00 AM
Thank you so much, Kim <3 Your kind words mean a lot.

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