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  • Writer's pictureTony Frobisher

The Cusp

The Cusp

The Garden

There is a last second of nothingness.

Earth apparently bereft of life, barren,

Until the shoots emerge, imperceptible

And life continues.

The Piano

There is music between the notes.

Anticipation, a momentary tension

Until sound floats, resolved and

The melody continues.

The Bird

There is a moment of stillness

And resolute calm as the bird

Decides to take to the air

And flight continues.

The Soul

There is the briefest of pause.

A whispered breath, a last thought,

A final look, thankful for all that was

As life becomes past.

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Jan 25, 2023

A very intense poem. It makes the reader feel at peace.

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