Songs of the Soul-VII
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A tear
drop spawned in the eyes,
Like a
sense stirred by a metaphor;
The end
of words, birth of meaning,
Washing
the sins of sounds,
With the
silent poignancy of joy,
When you
came close
To write
a song on my soul.
There is
a bridge that we all hope to find between every ‘you and me’ in this world.
There would be words that pave the bridge. There are moments however, when each
word we utter is not enough to power or to support that bridge. Then we retreat
into the island of solitude and hope for a sign, either from within us or from
outside, from the other side of the bridge.
In this
latest series of i-poems, I wanted to talk about those signs that appear from
within us, meaning and delivering a promise that the bridge between us will
stand forever. These signs are the wordless sighs and soothing tears of joy.
Dear
reader, I hope you enjoyed this “silent poignancy of joy” titled “Songs of the
Soul”.
A song
never ends. It merely initiates the caesura. It repeats itself in the time to
come and the moments past, just like it did at the time when our souls were
empty in the expectation of the signs to come.
Thank you for reading.
Comments
Can hardly wait for the next concept that you come up with for another series of i-poems.
Hugs
Tia