Music in the Dark

Music in the Dark

A Poem by cesar
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words through generations, transferred ancestral knowledge, my task

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A clean beak carried me

Out of molten lava,

And swallowed me, buried me

In their avian heart.

There I learned to sob

And screech with the best of beaks,

But you encouraged me with song

And allowed me to sing.

I cried rivers when you left me

In the tempest of time,

But the wind gently caressed me

And I learned how to rhyme.

Now my beak, hardened with steel,

Rescues little larks,

And I swallow with glee their little shells

Where they write music in the dark.

© 2024 cesar


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loved the imagery this piece created.
i wish i could paint these words to life.
{lovely read. adding to my favorites.}

Posted 9 Months Ago



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cesar
cesar

Monterey Park, CA



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Words have always been a part of my life. They are imbricated in the delicate lines making up my existence. Words contain rooms, music, ideas, and mystery. I used to think of words as something inacce.. more..

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