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Strumming Strings in The Dark
Contributed by
unorthodox
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Sunday, 4th September 2011 @ 06:19:53 PM in AEST
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I sit here alone,
strumming strings in the dark;
on a hill top,by moonlight,
and the beating of my heart;
the metronome, the compass,
the solace after hours,
a vision of distance,
where greener are the pastures.
Apparitions pursue me,
by the echo of my strings,
their mission;
discover the tone
of which I ring,
while the stars only wink,
to assure my secret's safe,
I continue to strum
unmoved by direction.
The vibration of my strings,
chime softly into the wind,
absorbing the night time sorrow,
by the changing of chords,
my pursuers are lured,
slowly yet surely
to the rhythm.
Below me,but not beneath me,
the cold river flows,
as my fingers continue to move,
growing ever fonder,
of the music's inflection;
unstaved by the shadowy gloom,
midnight has struck;
to the apparition's delight,
but the music continues to weep,
so still,I sit here alone,
strumming strings in the dark;
by moonlight
and the beating of my heart
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Re: Strumming Strings in The Dark
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by FlintHunter on
Monday, 5th September 2011 @ 10:01:37 AM AEST
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A stirring and sensitive poem. The music of your guitar sounds in my mind. I too am a musician -- and I know how it is to be alone with music. Not on a hilltop at midnight -- but certainly with heart-beat.
You strum the strings of loneliness -- but I feel the night and I hear the chords and they reverberate within me: yet I feel no sorrow for you. You are alone -- but I think that maybe you are not alone, that is, you are with your self -- which is the guitar -- which is the dark river apparition weeping of the music. This is a singular nocturne: By no means an elegy.
--flinthunter
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Re: Strumming Strings in The Dark
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by FlintHunter on
Monday, 5th September 2011 @ 10:04:06 AM AEST
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| I see that somehow I submitted my comment twice. I think it's right: does music not repeat? |
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Re: Strumming Strings in The Dark
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by emystar on
Monday, 5th September 2011 @ 11:41:30 AM AEST
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This is very beautiful.
Wish I could hear u.
Blessings, huggs,
emy |
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Re: Strumming Strings in The Dark
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by ming on
Saturday, 10th September 2011 @ 08:37:10 PM AEST
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| What a beautiful sentiment, music a your muse and the late night and the beat of your heart. I like. ming |
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Re: Strumming Strings in The Dark
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by deusdeira on
Friday, 13th January 2012 @ 06:19:22 AM AEST
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"my fingers continue to flow, getting fonder of music's inflection." I am a musician, and that is such a perfect description of how I feel sometimes. That moment when you are so lost within the song that you don't remember where you are, and the only thing you feel is the soft moonlight on your skin.
Anyway.... I'm getting carried away. What a beautifully orchestrated piece of poetry. |
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