Just me. Completely raw. I love this poem and posted a portion of it on my Facebook:
Cello, by tenthousandcicadias "She leaned, forlorn against a weathered wall, no hall to fill with song. Slender neck, adorned in scrolls of curl, poised itself in wait of charm extended-- for strings had not yet dimpled at fingers deft, nor had she known the spring of ample stroking. He came to her, with understanding hand and eyes that fell at frame of curving grace and dared to stretch his touch to sleekest sides --her perfectly contoured hourglass, swollen, for want of play-- and at his lasting trace her tips edged shyly upward, to be encompassed whole. When she warmed and whispered awakened, soft vibrations he brought his bow, aloft, to supple strings to slide in flowing motion above the bending bridge. With movement skilled he met her lack caressing back and forth in gentle adagio that eased woes and oozed pianissimo through swirled openings dusting her with richest resin until she swooned in soothing phrase, surrendering to his gift. Mellowed vibrato swelled and vigor grew as he persisted in passion’s modulation with sweet allegro strokes and deeper still 'till every space of hollowed belly resounded with rigorous crescendo, filling, telling love’s concerto. She rested in exquisite song of satisfied fermata and he knew, through satiated quiet, she was hand crafted to sound his music."
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Never mind searching for who you are. Search for the person you aspire to be. ~Robert Brault
I'm in a bit of a ...tempestuous...mood.
The work I'm doing isn't exactly what I thought I'd be doing right now. It's a conglomeration between my new life and my old life. Sort of good, but sort of frustrating. On my desk, "The relationship between pay and job satisfaction: a meta-analysis of the literature." Love reading this kind of thing. Want to DO this sort of research. Where's an employer when I need one? :) xoxo |