Music to the Silent Spirit (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 21 Mar 2018 in Art, Poems

Music to the Silent Spirit

 

Music to the Silent Spirit

 

Each time a scale was shed

The poor belabored beast re-shod

And every time the winch was turned

A sleeve-end drawn and bunched

The chain’s links locked

A shocking tragedy

 

Unwanted weight dislodged with a careless turn

Slumps from the precipice and polishes

The surface like the jeweler’s grindstone

Rusted iron rings and russet autumn leaves

Reflect in pools calm as glass where spirits dwell

In depths

So they have said

And nature knows the pattern that she weaves

In every rock that falls and man-made thing

That turns aside the current

And makes the river sing her

Music to the silent spirit

 

On a pebbled shoal a woman stands

Water birds speckled brown and white

Plainly in sight but unseen

Until they dip below the water

To herself she says, “If only others suffered,

The way I suffer.”

 

 


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Music to the Silent SpiritYears Ago

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(copyright 2015 Stephanie Foster)

 

 

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