Tag Archives: Melody

When the melody of the day

When the melody of the day has laid out in gray

contemplation of eager manipulation

and trembling trepidation,

pause, breathe deep.

Close your eyes and feel the world

without care,

slip past unkindness unhindered,

pass by the wails of failure and

the fear of frustration,

into the depths of a place only

poets dare to go… and know.

Today is just a day.

It tripped,

it stumbled,

crumbled

and fell flat,

but at the end, it is…

just that… past.

Now, is where you are.

And where you are – is beautiful.

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The Music Box

Japanese Music Box by George Winston 
(read to George Winston's Japanese Music Box)

The wind moves through the trees; dancing blades of grass.

The petals sing like
tears up
on .
.     my .
.            face.

ohthecherryblossomsfall
the blossoms fall
fall .
.      like .
.              snow.

The sun slips through her arms; holding dark shadow.

The petals sting like
tears up
on .
.     my .
.           face.

ohthecherryblossomsfall
the blossoms fall
fall .
.       like .
.              snow.

The moon winds up through time; kissing paler skin.

The petals lay like
tears up
on .
.      my .
.             face.

ohthecherryblossomsfall
the blossoms fall
fall .
.       like .
.              snow.

The earth embraces stone; languishing in death

The petals lay like
many mournful tears up
on .
.      my .
.             face.

ohthecherryblossomsfall
the blossoms fall
fall .
.       like .
.              snow.

The river comforts soul;  bidding life to rest

The petals swirl, play and then lay
like tears up
on .
.      my .
.             face.

ohthecherryblossomsfall
the blossoms fall
fall .
.       like .
.              snow.