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Aug 07, 2025
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He listened to her play the harp
as he lingered outside her window
where even the house wren
forgot her usual aria,
and the clouds in the sky
paused in contemplation -
such was the surrender of her soul.
— Lavender, Aug 07, 2025
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About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Rough draft
Critiques
Words Ablaze
11 months 2 weeks ago
That must have been some mad…
That must have been some mad good harp stringing.
Such was the surrender of her soul.....simply stunning.
Lavender
11 months 2 weeks ago
Hello, WA,
Candlewitch
11 months 2 weeks ago
Dear Lavender,
I am always sent on a tactile journey by your words.... I am in complete agreement with the above poets comments and stirrings. That last line is superb!
fondly, Cat
Lavender
11 months 2 weeks ago
Hello, Cat,
I always appreciate your thoughts!
Thank you!
Lx
Geezer
11 months 2 weeks ago
I felt...
the touch of Hathor here, a musical muse of the Egyptians. ~ Geez.
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Lavender
11 months 2 weeks ago
Hello, Geezer,
Oooo! Interesting! I'm not aware of Hathor, so I will go a-google-ing!
Thank you, as always, for reading!
L
Rula
11 months 2 weeks ago
A compact
of overwhelming feelings little piece.
Every word is placed carefully to hit a cord!
Absolutely exquisite my friend!
Lavender
11 months 2 weeks ago
Hello, Rula,
Thank you for reading this brief piece. I'm always grateful for your thoughts!
Lx
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