Heart String Sorrows

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Sadness pulls my heart strings

with a bow of rosin’d guilt,

tear drops stain the notes upon the page

 

Sorrowed cello whispers

of a soundless worry wilt,

harmonies distort beyond the stage

 

Out of tune concertos

midst excessive cymbals blare,

steady as the beat of gathered pain

 

Broken mirror rhythms

sit within the favored chair,

misery in musical refrain

 

Violin’d distractions

cried in melodies so thin,

echo in performed apologies

 

A cappella opus,

as a prelude to the hymn,

played by melancholy symphonies

Author's Note

Just a poem, not my state of mind or heart

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

i just love the sound of cellos..
Another amazing write Will... i thought i had a good imagination but yours far outshines mine any day ... :))

[willweb]

Hey my friend, your imaginations is amazing and I love what you write. But thank you so much, it means a lot coming from a gifted poetess like you

[Stella Armour]

wow ... you flatter me ( thank you)
we all have our own way of painting pictures with words and we relate to some poets more than others , i think that is natural .. like some people enjoy classical music and some prefer rock.
Anyways my friend i relate to you and your fabulous writing :)

[Soren]

Funny that everyone assumes that the poem we write is directly related to our situation at the time. Still a beautiful poem of sadness and melancholy. Very nicely done Will it carries with it a soft sadness not heavy but one that can be felt and identified with. I love the metaphor in that music is so emotional and evocative of mood.

[willweb]

Thanks Soren and you are right. Not my mood at all, just a poem that evolved as I wrote it. I appreciate it friend

[emmajoygreen]

OH YES! It's been said by a modern day artist that colour, music and rhyme walk an unknown Holy Trinity's path. Perhaps here there is a touch of truth because.. if one (off the cuff) compares Beethoven with Debussy or some Bob Marley with Tony Bennett, music tells its own tale.

Although could mention other stanzas, for me this is the truth,

Out of tune concertos
midst excessive cymbals blare,
steady as the beat of gathered pain'

See and hear Paul Tortellier playing the cello to find perfect harmony.

[willweb]

Thank you Emma, I am thrilled you enjoyed my little sad poetic melody and I will for sure look him up and give him a listen. I am certain it will be wonderful.

[Ken Simm.]

I've always thought the sound of a cello to be the most moving and this is cello music to its last note. Lovely.

[willweb]

Thanks so very much ken for you nice comment

[William Michael Reeves]

Your bittersweet symphony. I like the last line of each verse and how they sum each up with a nice poetic phrase and seems like they would make a good poem on their own. Interesting elision as well.

[willweb]

Hey, thanks so much. Happy you stopped by and liked this one.

[Lorry]

Well Will, I wouldn't get my hopes up for a great review, as when I began to type, I forgot what the word was that I was looking for, but this reminded me of a concert warm up from the musicians, before they play as one, each going over separate parts before finally joining in tempo and rhythm. I bet I remember the word for it as soon as I post this!
I enjoy those moments of (I'll go for discord for now) as it feels chaotic that soon enough finds calm.
I do like your line of broken mirror rhythms, as it suits the feel of the music doing its own thing before harmony wins over.
So in summation, I still haven't remembered the word and will probably remember it in three days time, just as I'm nodding off to sleep. 😊

[willweb]

Let me know if you figure it out and maybe I will use it someday if I can remember it. : ) Thanks so much

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"steady as the beat of gathered pain"
wow, what a metaphor...and "performed apologies" which is much like an oxymoron.
beautiful music here, will,
j.

[willweb]

Thanks so very much Jacob

[DIVYA]

This poem is full of sadness and yet it teaches me so much.. That there is music even in pain, that broken hearts have a rhythm, that a melancholic song is so much like a hymn. Our tears become musical notes.
Dear Willweb, only an artist such as you can make this intricate connection of music with pain with such word skill.
I relate deeply because I often cry away my sorrow to my favorite soft, instrumental melodies.
What a breathtaking poem!

[willweb]

Wow, your kind words humble me my friend. I just write to touch others...happy this one touched you

[DIVYA]

It absolutely touched a chord. You are always welcome!

[DIVYA]

I loved the chosen font too.

[Sami Khalil]

Sadness permeated this touching poem. This has a musical quality to it; hopefully a symphony derived from ex-lovers of the author. Keep writing and pulling heart strings sir WillWeb.

[willweb]

Thanks so very much Sami

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome Will.