Stringless

earlybird

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Stringless

With a fiddler’s story to be strummed
I hold tight the violin beneath my chin
And with a tempo and tune conceived
I violently rock the bow to and fro

However, with the pegs and tuners unstrung
No matter how passionately or personally I thrum
The audience ear cannot possibly hear
As my stringless Stratovarius is mum​
 

AlexBoyd

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Fantastic piece! I hear you.
 

earlybird

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Thank you AlexBoyd, for both listening and "hearing" what feels so often unheard.
 
Those last two lines...
As Alex said, I hear you.
 

earlybird

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Thanks Darren White, it is warming comforting to be heard. I'll lesson as well.
 
Fantastic Darren! Heard loud and clear! I see what you write, I admire what you write, I feel what you write. Now, if I could only write like you write!
 

earlybird

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Hello Rick K, I'm not sure if you were answering my poem or something Darren had said or written in the past. Either way I or Darren appreciates your support. :)
 
I’m sorry earlybird! I was responding to the poem YOU wrote. I admire the abilities of many of the writers that post here, and I misidentified the author as Darren. Thank you for sharing and again, I apologize for not catching my error! You're another writer I admire!
 

earlybird

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No problem @Rick K , easy mistake. Thank you for finding value in my poems and the poems of others. I know I find inspiration in other survivors words.
 
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