Hugging It Out While She Gently Weeps

Posted: November 6, 2014 in Uncategorized
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307128_2004597721976_903515904_nDiscordant notes plucked on steel strings

Falling in perfect syncopation to his

broken heart’s rhythm

He brushes and strokes

her wooden, stoic face –

Searching desperately for perfect pitch

And balanced harmonies

between hurt and healing

hope and helplessness

Listening carefully to the timbre

and tone of her raised voice

Hearing the resonance

hang thick in the air

Only to dissipate slowly

Fading long after the last

words he wanted to say

Became the words she

put into play.

*Photo used with the permission of Doug Romig. Doug is a friend and fellow writer. You can find his work here: www.dougromig.com

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Comments
  1. dromig says:

    I’m flattered. No one has ever written a poem about me. And it captured what I was feeling when the pic was taken. Thank you!

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