Written for: Sunday Muse #76

“The Weight of Groans” Photography by Julie de Waroquier
Each rib of sunlight
that slants ‘cross
her naked back
is a groan. Times
she failed at lasting
love, time she was told
she did not make Juilliard,
time she lost her cousin–
best friend. Music
is life. When she plays
the room softens
to an amber light
of hope.
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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
Very nice Sara! Music definitely has healing qualities for the soul!!
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Thanks, Dwight! It does help.
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The closing lines are absolutely beautiful!!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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Music softens a heavy heart and makes it light again. I love “Each rib of sunlight”
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Thanks, Lori!
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Oh, that goes straight to the heart.
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Thanks, Wyndolynne!
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This is beautiful, especially the last few lines. We all need hope.
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More than ever! Thanks, Toni.
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I too felt that light of hope through the weight of the groans. Ribs of sunlight beautiful…
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Thanks, Truedessa!
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Strong interpretation of the image Sara— well written.
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Thanks, Rob!
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Music helps a lot . . . 🙂
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Sure does.
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A hope-infused poem -love it!
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Thanks, Vivian!
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😊
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