B flat

Hear the strings weep.
Here, the timbre lilts
And sweeps you away.
Up, and then, to ease
Back down.
Let it go.
It’s not your fault.
Bob was half-right.
It takes a cello to cry.
Truth lives with strings.
So cry with me
As I cry for you;
Cry with you.
A lone cello calls;
A forgotten pianoforte answers.
Out of step;
On time.
* Ped…


About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

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