I am not a ray of sunshine….
The sky seems full of loneliness,
aching to be more than a thought.
I’m neither sad nor bored, just………thin.
Stretched across time
like a wire of infinite length,
losing all its tension, its purpose.
A whisper in a hurricane,
or a single, endless note in a symphony
that constantly changes its tune.
Let’s see who remains
once the air of mystery fades;
no apologies for my lack of interest.
Along with the two lines linked, this poem very much paraphrases someone else’s writing, but I didn’t take note of the author! I guess this could be considered a cento as these lines, and my own, got smashed together, inspired by this Substack post by Luciana Cole. I can identify with the feeling, though I, myself, am much brighter these days.
A pedal point is a sustained note during which the harmony above it changes in some way so that the overall sound becomes dissonant.
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