her hair, rich yellow
God, my soul dies, sun hits deep:
Tendrils of lost love.
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The Lesions of Devotion
Every day I set myself down on the freshly cut lawn and strip myself bare. I take my guitar and finger the frets and pick at the strings, listening for dissonance. My life is dissonance. I twist the tuning pegs until each string sounds bright. Then I kneel, calves pointing behind me, kneecaps facing forward. All exposed to the breeze. I close my eyes and play the melody.
By Paul Stewart5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
Beautiful and heartfelt.
beautiful piece. Well done.
So gorgeously written.
Very well written!
All the way to the core, that sun! Well-wrought!
This was so poignant yet so beautiful. Loved your Haiku!