…at least, not as today’s prompt. Some days writing is a pain in the ass. All this…
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| From Poem A Day Drafts |
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| From Poem A Day Drafts |
…and then some, to net but this:
Rehearsing The Creation
A fiddle
must be retuned
after a demanding song.
My bow to your strings,
we stretch and tug each other
until we soar into resounding
the first day of our firmament.
– pld
This is such a beautiful description of a relationship. Especially how it sort of implies that dischord (but not in the musical sense) builds music, builds relationship. Whoopee!