She was a young girl
when she first played the cello,
a giggling nymph who hadn’t
yet dreamed in music notes.
With each passing year
the instrument spoke the poetry
of her change from child to woman.
Now grown into curves she dances
her bow across strings to an audience
who needs to feel wings where empty has lain
its path of stones.
©Susie Clevenger 2021
Whenever I hear a cello I think of you.
For my daughter, Carrie Clevenger
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Nice narrative, I am thinking it was a heavy bulky instrument
for her in the first. I hope she still plays.
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Happy Sunday
Much💛love
where empty has lain
its path of stones.
Love to see the admiration and support rendered to your daughter's talents. It will further boost her efforts. Great ode extended Susie!
Hank
"a giggling nymph who hadn’t
yet dreamed in music notes."
"her bow across strings to an audience
who needs to feel wings where empty has lain
its path of stones."
loved those lines, and the path of stone, yeah i've felt like that.