Debora Short - (An Orchestra's Scoreless Page)

Old man fading,
A dusty,
Old quill, nearly silenced

His fingers, ink-stained sensations
Could really fiddle…
Flailing those poetic strings

Like whispers to the ages,
Now a soundless voice, on
An orchestra’s score-less page.


(Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
~July 12,2006)

Debora Short

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