'Secret Rage' by Victoria Lenoire
Old patterns coming
to surface:
the rhythm creates
the grip to take for
while explore
the life,
no, not cutting knife,-
to throw, to discharge,-
but use as plunge
into unknown depth;
the harmony
of tides an ebbs,
where vibrant voices
woven in a choir,
but never sound
in unison;
the melody
inverses on
every breath,
every breath,
dare recognize
two alike patterns,
or decode new,
a gift to Universe.
Stars know:
you are sight-reading...
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even in harmony there are different voices...each distinct....can be taken apart but working together they create something beautiful...
ReplyDeleteWith each voice there is a choice, combine as one or just get up and run
ReplyDeletethe harmony
ReplyDeleteof tides an ebbs,
where vibrant voices
woven in a choir,
but never sound
in unison... very cool....the staying individual and yet a harmony in its sum..nice
Lovely, and I like the thought of sight-reading!
ReplyDeleteHarmonious poem! Following!
ReplyDeleteI sense a bit of melody in the poetic universe tonight!
ReplyDeleteThe melody changing with the breathing.. and the stars will know
ReplyDeletewoven in a choir - different yet the same, together but diverse, a choir can contain many aspects. Well Done
ReplyDeleteHarmony + melody makes the world a beautiful place. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeletedecode new gift to universe..I think we would all like to decode those gifts..nice..
ReplyDeleteSight reading can feel a bit like flying (with music all around you) - you capture this well.
ReplyDeletelove the last two lines. :)
ReplyDeleteAll the differences in life and people are what make it so interesting. Great write!
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