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Lavender
Lavender
Aug 07, 2025 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Melodia

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

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: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser, Jim Harrison, Billy Collins, Paul Simon, Robert Frost. I like minimalist poetry, and poems reflecting on nature and Mother Earth.

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Critiques

Lavender

Lavender

10 months ago

Hello, WA,

I was listening to someone beautifully play a harp yesterday and this kinda wrote itself. Music is poetry. Thank you for reading! L
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

10 months 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

Geezer

Geezer

10 months ago

I felt...

the touch of Hathor here, a musical muse of the Egyptians. ~ Geez.

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Lavender

Lavender

10 months 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

Rula

10 months ago

A compact

of overwhelming  feelings little piece.

Every word is placed carefully to hit a cord!

Absolutely exquisite my friend!

Lavender

Lavender

10 months ago

Hello, Rula,

Thank you for reading this brief piece.  I'm always grateful for your thoughts!

Lx