I Am A Cello
Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
I am a cello
alone in my beauty
inhabiting curves
like mountains inhabit
the space all around
so bright, luminous
and longing for hands
and legs all around
and the touch of fingers
on my strings tuned just so
like winds on the faces
of those shining ramparts
of stone, ice and lichen
that fall to the earth
in splashes of granite
and music like lava
slowed down by indifference
but still singing loudly
under the rainbow
across those tuned strings
and across my heart
for I am a cello

Absolutely gorgeous. Thank you for sharing this!
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Such talent.
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I agree.
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Elegant
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I agree. It is outstanding.
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My god, this was beautiful. I legit shivered.
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I agree. I had to reblogged this amazing blog.
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As I was an adolescent and into my later teen years; I learned and loved to play a Cello. This poem is so tremendous! And, as a matured adult, as well, I must admit the complementary photo image this poet has chosen… Exceptional! 🙂
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I agree. I had to reblogged this one.
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