The Fader Of Heven, By P. Maxwell Davis. (For Betty) Poem by Jacqui Thewless
The Fader Of Heven, By P. Maxwell Davis. (For Betty)
Only we recall
the hours of awful practice,
trying to sing it:
our ears battling
for the perfect pitch of two
pure notes, meant to be
close seconds, but more
like needle and magnet, or
brooches - half-hanging,
hinged to a vest and
scarf, ’till we got it. Just so:
twin zones, poles apart.
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4/19/2024 2:35:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
hours of awful practice, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment and vote.