Friday, October 16, 2009

Gratitude of a King

Strings of a lyre,
Plucked, strummed,
Picked with skill
Learned on a hillside
Of sheep.
Soothing sounds,
Notes of calm,
Melodies to quiet
Near-madness,
The only way
To silence the demons
Plaguing a king.
As the musician moves
His fingers
Of balm,
In gratitude
The king throws
A kiss,
Or a spear.
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4 comments:

  1. Kelly SauerOctober 16, 2009 at 10:50 AM

    a familiar story with the twist of reality that often gets lost in the telling...

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  2. L.L. BarkatOctober 16, 2009 at 1:10 PM

    "The king throws
    A kiss,
    Or a spear."

    Yeah, that's kind of how it is in the artist's life. :)

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  3. Anne Lang BundyOctober 16, 2009 at 11:02 PM

    WOW. I love this!

    I'm proofing my manuscript right now, a biblical fiction story of Saul & David. So this resonates with me very deeply at the moment. I'm grateful to have stopped in.

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  4. AnonymousOctober 16, 2009 at 11:12 PM

    i like
    sounds
    and balm

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