Love is Not a Square
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Love will not
Hold you
In a box
Or claim your
Past, or mark you
Waiting out
Far off.
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It just embraces
Where lines of
Frets and strings
Curve to pluck
A tightened sound
From softened edges
And patient circling
Of one eternal round.
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-Lona Gynt, June 2019
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Posted for the dVerse Quadrille hosted by Kim. Here is the link.
Quadrille #82 – Fretboard of Poetry
The magic word is “fret.”
All rights reserved for text to Lona Gynt
Image is by Avishek Dey of Pixabay. Permissions for non-commercial use, but I did buy them a cup of coffee 🙂
Lona , you’re a romantic, In the truest meaning of the word.
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Yes I am! Maybe I am a highly sublimated romantic, but I am mos def a romantic 💜🙂
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Beautifully said, great lines.
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I love the progression from square to round, and the shift from short to longer lines. My favourite lines are:
‘…lines of
Frets and strings
Curve to pluck
A tightened sound’,
which made me think of two paintings by Picasso, ‘Man with Guitar’ and ‘The Old Guitarist’. The lines also evoked the sound of a bent string.
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A very synesthetic reading Kim, love that you liked my bridge 😊
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I love the contrast of the “embrace of lines of fret and strings” that “curve to pluck a tightened sound” – you’ve incorporated sound and touch into this imagery and it’s fabulous!
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Thank you! I was feeling synesthetic with this one
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I like the way your poem intertwines love with the playing of an instrument!
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Thank you Dwight, yours did that nicely also🎶
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That is superb writing Lona! What a wonderful perspective on love and guitars.
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Thank you Rob. I sometimes don’t let the required quadrille word drive the poem, but it certainly did this time 🎸🎶
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