"A Diary of the Falling Dominoes" chapter also published under "Whispering Moon Beams"
...The Azure Violin
The violin’s azure strings wept softly
from inside the quiet torn of the soul ;
musical echoes lamenting
a poignant abyss too vast to fill
each and all silenced reverie,
leaving the philosopher’s stone unthrown
Blue guitar minor chord changes,
bent notes phrasing sharps and flats ;
memories gently weeping confirmation
repressed flow of soul silently leaks out
The spirit's currents eddy ;
suffused within spoken verve ,
purging streams overflowing ,
an alchemist’s soul unfurled...
© Harlon Rivers
6 . 12 . 2013 ... journal entry :
" an unexpected perfect storm & bluebirds "
A musician with a wounded wing ...
trying to find the strength to fly.
Nothing fills the void left behind
when we lose an invisible ,
indivisible, irreplaceable thread
that binds the tapestry of our lives ...
I started playing a guitar when I was 5 and now I have been unable to play in 15 months…but one winged writing has finally turned into 2. I am blessed
to ( feel/be) mostly whole. Sometimes change can happen so quickly we don’t even notice ... and yet accepting change is a slow process …
"four walls are a prison somedays"…
Writing a poem , while pacing this emotional cage , has me thinking about a quote from one of my favorite movies
...from Shawshank Redemption ; Red : [narrating] " I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged . Their feathers are just too bright . And when they fly away , the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice . Still , the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone ."
to ( feel/be) mostly whole. Sometimes change can happen so quickly we don’t even notice ... and yet accepting change is a slow process …
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