Infuser

Infuser

A Poem by Pete
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The pleasure we feel in music springs from the obedience which is in it. - Thoreau

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Rhythm.
Melody.
Rhythm.
Melody.
Rhythm
Melody.
Together a remedy.
Up.
Down.
Sticks and stones.
In the deep marrow of my bones.
Infused with delirium.
Ancient lyrics that say everything to a receptive heart.
A cardiac sermon on the mount.
One-way unyielding circular street.
Pounding beat from a dauntless drummer who isn't there.
Alone in the wilderness hearing manic music everywhere.
Playing my dutiful part.
Striking cymbals of an almighty art.
I entered this world hearing it.
I'll go out the same way.
Calligraphy catgut hero.
A gazillion notes soliciting where others feel zero.
Blind but able to discern God's loving breath.
Immune from subliminal death.
Blessed in the solitary limelight of a levitating, lemon moon.
At least I can carry a tune.
Feel, don't think.
Clutch the missing link.
Give me this day my daily bread.
So I can keep on being ...
... gone in the head ...



© 2019 Pete


Author's Note

Pete
"Listen to music religiously, as if it were the last strain you might hear." - Thoreau

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Added on June 24, 2019
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Pete
Pete

Boston, MA



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I love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..

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