Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“Death twitches my ear;
‘Live,’ he says…
‘I’m coming.”
― Virgil
Plucking taut strings with a horsehair bow
the air fills with a deep woody melody heard
with nimble fingers upon a slender throat
each ethereal song more beautiful as wood ages
painted in a timeless patina of bronze curves
And yet a human body falters, grows frail
when touched by the same elegant hands
smooth skin wrinkles, the soul ravaged by age
and though life’s aria replays again and again
still breath finally fades as spirit withers away
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
The Sunday Muse: #163
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
The aging of a beautiful instrument vs. the aging of a once beautiful body. Both breathtaking.
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Thank you so much Helen.
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we grow older, true, but like any instrument well played over the years, our songs are richer. i enjoyed your poem linda, very well penned
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Thank you so much!
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Aging instruments and bodies are mellower and wiser.
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Yes, that’s true.
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This is so beautiful. I have found as I age my creativity has blossomed.
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Thank you Susie. That has been the case for me too.
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This gorgeous poem holds a lovely metaphor indeed. I love it Linda! So true and beautifully written!
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Thank you Carrie.
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Mesmerising!
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Thank you!
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Aged like fine wine, both instrument and musician.
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Yes! Thank you Bev.
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