I Slid

I slid between the notes
Somewhere between E and F
I slid, caught in life’s
Harmonic minor scale
I could not rise to love’s
Seventh semitone
I slid, ensnared in
Melancholic dissonance
Of haunting fear,
History’s sub-dominant theme
Teasing with diminishing
Cycles of disharmony
The tonal reverberation
Of antiquity
The haunting silence
Of love’s absence
Still trapped in the
Murmuring present
I keep practicing
Love’s major scale
I try…….
So forgive me for longing
For the echoing resonance of


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