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Aug 07, 2025
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Melodia
He listened to her play the harp
as he lingered outside her window
where even the house wren
forgot her usual aria,
and the clouds in the sky
paused in contemplation -
such was the surrender of her soul.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Words Ablaze
1 month 2 weeks ago
That must have been some mad…
That must have been some mad good harp stringing.
Such was the surrender of her soul.....simply stunning.
Lavender
1 month 2 weeks ago
Hello, WA,
mark
1 month 2 weeks ago
Aww
Tears for this one...
ty
Mark
Lavender
1 month 2 weeks ago
Hello, Mark,
I'm glad this seemed to touch you.
Thank you for reading!
L
Candlewitch
1 month 2 weeks ago
Dear Lavender,
I am always sent on a tactile journey by your words.... I am in complete agreement with the above poets comments and stirrings. That last line is superb!
fondly, Cat
Lavender
1 month 2 weeks ago
Hello, Cat,
I always appreciate your thoughts!
Thank you!
Lx
Geezer
1 month 2 weeks ago
I felt...
the touch of Hathor here, a musical muse of the Egyptians. ~ Geez.
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Lavender
1 month 2 weeks ago
Hello, Geezer,
Oooo! Interesting! I'm not aware of Hathor, so I will go a-google-ing!
Thank you, as always, for reading!
L
Rula
1 month 2 weeks ago
A compact
of overwhelming feelings little piece.
Every word is placed carefully to hit a cord!
Absolutely exquisite my friend!
Lavender
1 month 2 weeks ago
Hello, Rula,
Thank you for reading this brief piece. I'm always grateful for your thoughts!
Lx