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THROUGH CRACKED WALLS

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ fingers trace iridescent dust motes~ sunlight spills through the cracked walls, where piano still hums.
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Gauthier Avatar
March 25, 2026 at 1:14 PM
ah ~ sweet
Anaya Avatar
February 15, 2026 at 9:38 PM
iridescent dust motes, genuine, Sara. New form for me!
Etgen-Baker Avatar
February 16, 2026 at 5:15 PM
thanks for your visit, Anaya, for your kind comments.
Kelii Kekaula Avatar
February 15, 2026 at 6:16 PM
Beethoven truly pains to hear the pressed-down keys release his magical tune. The stretched strings that are strung out on the horizontal soundboard, awaiting their felt hammers to fall and bless the world.
Etgen-Baker Avatar
February 16, 2026 at 5:14 PM
I can understand Beethoven's perspective...thanks for stopping by and for commenting :-)
Fleming Avatar
February 15, 2026 at 8:30 AM
Until now I had never even heard the phrase: 'dust motes'. Well, well ...one never stops learning. Thank you, Sara. Enjoyed the poem even more now I fully appreciate it. :) john
Etgen-Baker Avatar
February 15, 2026 at 5:52 PM
awww, thank you, John. I wasn't familiar with dust motes either until I started writing poetry...appreciate your visit and kind words
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