Suspended

Lilt — the melody
of a sweet song — now,
the violin comes in
to make it melancholy.
A woman’s voice joins
in harmony. Song
ends suspended, yet
perfected:

the opposite of my life.

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onward,
T

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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