harps in the desert.
She bled the ache
for unplayed notes
on the horizon.
She tremored between here and there,
filled with a terrible,
beautiful, unknowing
that she was learning to play.
harps in the desert.
She bled the ache
for unplayed notes
on the horizon.
She tremored between here and there,
filled with a terrible,
beautiful, unknowing
that she was learning to play.
I have many followers, and I do my best to follow back, so I read hundreds of poem every week. It will be hard to find lines as awesome as these:
She bled the ache
for unplayed notes
on the horizon.
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Hi!
Wow, I’m so honoured by your very generous words. Thank you so much! 🌸
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My pleasure
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Love this, Vanessa.
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I love the love word! 🙂 Thank you Lynn!
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This made me smile and think of you ❤️
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Really? I had a lot of different thoughts when i wrote it, after a couple of intense conversations with friends, like
the profundity in the “mundane”, or, during difficult times.
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“the space between the lines” I mean.
I’m glad it made you smile 🌸thanks for saying
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Ah, the fear of learning, and the beauty in discovering.
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Thanks always for your thoughts Ivor. ❤️
I wanted it to be a bit open. I had in mind a few different things. Maybe it’s also the fear that you aren’t learning, or contributing, or doing anything particularly significant, and the discovery that that isn’t true, beautiful things were happening.
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Thank you for your insight..
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How are you? Did you get the post cruise blues?
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I definitely did, no way known could I get back to work. Started up again this week. Just as well it’s a holiday today.
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Do you go to the dawn services? My husband did the address for our local one, but i wasn’t up in time today.
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No, I worked on my new “Tullawalla” booklet of poems, until 1.30am(Norty Ivor), which I finished up printing 10 booklets.
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/04/24/tullawalla-the-booklet-series-of-poems/
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Did you? That sounds wonderful!
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Vanessa – fantastic and what a beautiful song!
She tremored between here and there,
filled with a terrible,
beautiful, unknowing
that she was learning to play
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hi Stephen, thank you!
I agree, I love the song
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🤓
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hehe
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Lovely, V!
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hi V!!
Thank you! So nice to see you, hope all is well.
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Yes all good, V. Thank you. Hope all well with you too.
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It’s been rather lovely lately, thanks. Weather’s perfect and have been catching up with friends. Life is too short not to 🙂
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Wonderful to hear that! Yes it is 🙂 Live it up! 👍
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😊
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This is beautifully melodious, Vanessa. Well done.
-A.G.
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Hi A.G! Thank you! That is a lovely thing to say.
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What a solid ending! Amazing piece.
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Hi! And thank you so much!
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this one really pulled my heart apart Vanessa
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Hi Gina!
Thank you. It means a lot that you feel my writing.
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you are talented Vanessa, supremely so!
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You are so generous!!
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🙂 lovely, Thank you
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Hi!
thank you right back! 😊
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Vanessa, your poem is just fantastic, all the way through. You
transported me . Also love the music.
miriam
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hi Miriam!
Thanks so much!
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Reblogged this on Pointed Home and commented:
These lines captured me:
“She tremored between here and there,
filled with a terrible,
beautiful, unknowing
that she was learning to play.”
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Just beautiful Vanessa!
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Hi Christine!
Thank you!
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Reblogged this on Brave & Reckless and commented:
Enchanting writing from Vanessa at Say No to Clowns
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Wow! Thank you so much!
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This is Art of the highest order Vanessa, imagination & intellect both aroused by a true Alchemist of word, stunning, thank you.
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Nigel! How very kind you are! I am so honoured by your words. Thank you!
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You ended the poem incredibly. The lines are potic, and mysterious, and the poem words narrate everything with the swirling storm of a story. Love it!!
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Watt! How are you? Lovely to see you, and thank you for your words.
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Vanessa!! I miss you my friend. And when I read this poem I was completely blown away. I mean, speechless, breathless, transported by your words. This is not hyperbole, I utterly completely adore every word of this poem.
“harps in the desert.
She bled the ache
for unplayed notes”
I have bled exactly that ache. And your final lines – about learning to play the unknown…. I feel like I could be the protagonist in this poem, it resonates in me that deeply. WOW!!! I am going to save this one to savour again and again.
Xoxo.
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Hello dear Rachel!
How lovely that you visited when I’ve been so neglectful of WP. Thank you!
I’ve had intentions to be on here more and it just hasn’t worked out. It made my day to see your beautiful comment!
xxoo
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