"why do you treat people like the bass line to your melody? merely a bland backdrop to make you look more exciting? Important but replacable.can't you see they have their own song to sing? that it may be calmer but have as much meaning as yours?"
-Elizabeth Greenwalt
yours and mine
yours is a tumble,
a riot of blazing sound,
a song that brings laughter and tears.
it is easily understood,
has depth but little meaning.
mine is of a slower tune.
of a less comforting harmony.
intentionally discordant at times,
unadorned with no pretenses.
His is rhythmic and full of life,
but not the beautiful tumult of yours,
or the deep philosophy of mine.
his heart beats to the tune of a far away drummer,
yet produces a melody just as fine.
Hers is like none before.
it has a simplicity that belies its depth.
she speaks with the simplest combinations.
her song is of reality,
at first glance bleak,
but with time becomes a song of joy in actual life.
No happy endings,
but none in total tragedy either.
can't you see they are all as well as the last?
that hers and his and mine are as good as yours?
can you stop to listen?
-Emily Wadsworth
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3 comments:
i absolutely love thisssss
you are a brilliant writer/poet/philosopher, and i miss you
I really like this poem!!
Well said.
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