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Before I Begin

Hesitant. My fingers, scrape upon a string, that sings of you. Before, I begin, I can hear, the beautiful scrape, of hes-i-ta-tion- I can hear the si-lence- it re-minds me of you. Hesitant. My finger, scrapes upon a string, that sings to me, only of you.

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Unseeking Seeker

Date: 8/10/2024 3:24:00 AM

Beautifully and delicately nuanced

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 6/29/2024 7:05:00 PM

The slow flow of sound can transport us to deeper experience. We'll written beauty of a poem.

Mat Ignacio

Date: 6/27/2024 3:09:00 PM

dark, rich and thoughtful

Kate Davies
Date: 6/28/2024 3:10:00 AM

Thanks Mat, glad you enjoyed it :)

Christina Bowring

Date: 6/27/2024 1:44:00 PM

Dear Kate, this is a beautiful poem of deep feelings of reminiscence and silence before the strings come to life and music begins. I sense melancholy which is beautifully captured in that brief moment - the reminder of a loved one and the emotions of music and its connections. A wonderful write of which I loved. Thank you for sharing x

Kate Davies
Date: 6/28/2024 3:09:00 AM

Thank you for such kinds words Christina, I'm glad it resonated with you :)

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 6/27/2024 7:25:00 AM

Dear Kate, Being a string instrument musician (Guitar, Mandolin, Ukulele) you have wonderfully captured, yes, that ongoing moment of anticipation before creating music. I just loved how you intertwined it with personal emotions and memories. Yes, even the silence and hesitation before playing can be meaningful and evocative. - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Kate Davies
Date: 6/28/2024 3:09:00 AM

Thank you Daniel, I have been messing about with style and form lately so glad this one payed off!

Mark Toney

Date: 6/27/2024 7:14:00 AM

I loved the way you sustained "hes-i-ta-tion," "si-lence," and "re-minds," and how you went from "My fingers, scrape upon a string, that sings of you" in the first stanza to "My finger, scrapes upon a string, that sings to me, only of you" in the last. A brief moment of eternity before you begin. Beautiful.

Kate Davies
Date: 6/28/2024 3:07:00 AM

Thank you for such lovely feedback Mark!