🔵 By Roberto Sauseda. Photo by lauragrafie.
Thoughts caress the twine of my mind
Creating chords of harmony.
When you learn to hear lifes‘ rhythms,
Is it not much easier to feel its music?
To know a moment is but a single note.
Immortalized only by the finished verse.
Where lows, as well as highs, cadent beauty,
Bloom deaf ears to the ambient song.
For without humbling bass from broken hearts,
There evades value for a sopranos spirit.
And dare I say, sweet sets are lacking,
Where the crudest notes ring caringly complete.
Attend to your masterpiece!
For its music will be played for you alone.
‚Tis only when its last note is written,
That its symphony speaks.
NOTE: The Illinois prison system is the most dysfunctional and deleterious, in accordance to statistics, in all the US… I wrote this poem to identify that no person is free to blame. It is only our best efforts, or our worse, that identify who we are. And it can always change.