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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Update on 9-9-2019: I have chosen to dedicate this to Melody and Haley on their wedding today. This was written originally under more random circumstances, but I wish them both every joy. Love you both, hope to see you soon. Lona.
Posted for the dVerse Quadrille hosted by Kim. Here is the link.
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 🙂
Recited at Out Loud Huntsville, Open Mic Night 12-22-19. This is what I wore 🙂
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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