Sickened and soothed by symbols, I set out.
Signals come and I perceive, I respond.
The I forms to the action.
With enough exercise, tissues tighten:
there are knots and strains and sprains
that need unraveling, massage.
I turn to music
buried deep within the signs
a way to loosen and undo
the stressing strands.
and gain relief
spread out through many pathways,
allowed to wander their own ways
beginning at the edges of their ends,
N Filbert 2012
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i turn to music as a child reaches out to mother…relaxes and soothes my nerves
thank you. i unscramble the conceptual baggage of texts for the music underneath to the same purpose
Bellissimo…e straordinario che gioco con la carta!
Oh yes. Oh yes. NF, today I was reading the poems of a Yale graduate, honors and awards, and publications many. And I hated it. Her work was all form and no soul. Yours here is a marriage of subtly and music, as well as spirit. The sounds you mix are smooth and not plodding, and certainly not archaic. You, sir, are a true poet. Thank you for sharing your words here.
Goodness David! Thank you very much, I am honored and humbled and encouraged by your words.
excellent, I mark it up but don’t know that I improve it in quite this way – incredible stuff out there
Then my job here today is done. 😉
a massage of the brain? Certainly productive. Nice work!
thank you much