Short Lived – The Life and Times of Notes

i left them
to die
in the room
where they were
conceived, incubated, born
their melodious voices
reverberating
loud and crisp

wavy infants
with short life spans
caught in frequencies
between the strings

conception, birth
life and death
in the time it takes
notes to be created
and sound
to be swallowed

Β© Poetry from the Inkwell 2019

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26 thoughts on “Short Lived – The Life and Times of Notes

  1. Many years ago,i wrote poetry on any scrap of paper I could find. Puting them in a closet hidden away. It takes time to accept being a poet and that it’s not going away. This poem brought back old memories..

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