It is a calm, steady approach — fingertips sure-stroking lute strings — that gambols along, enjoying simple pleasures
(much like I, with fingertips stroking, steadily move {you} forward, catch-breathed and quiet, your skin singing quietly under the simple pleasure)
without the need for announcement or trumpeting forth of Change;
it is relaxed,
(relax, breathe…)
comfortable,
(my head on your shoulder, body curled into yours)
It is a soft call to attention,
hard
(so achingly hard)
to forget, but remembering — the muscle memory returning along with the familiar awkward soreness of muscles long-un-used now put to use again — now
(the way your quiver, trying to hold back, now)
just as the spring tide remembers, after its long pull out to sea, to flow forth once more over the bared rock it had undressed and left naked – shimmering –
(silky, rough, wet)
in the light of the sun,
(warm)
we listen.
Adjust.
Attune.
The orchestra need not shout SPRING!
(ssshhhh…)
to be an effective welcome to listen.
The tide flows out.
Largo…
It’s un-rushed return
(me, to you)
is quietly accompanied by the knowledge of change
(we are back)
in season.
for the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge: letter V
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Mrs. Fever,
Well, I don’t know Vivaldi from my vulva, but this is a beautiful poem you wrote and a sweet, soft, kind of song to listen to and I could hear your words describing it. Love all the soft finger action. 🙂 Hugs, Windy
Hahaha! 😋 I’m guessing Storm would gladly help you sort out any vulva-ldi confusion. 😂
Thank you for the laugh. 😉
(And for the lovely words.)
Groan at “vulva-ldi”… but ok I’ll never listen to Vivaldi the same way again.
Hehehe… 😉
Listening to the music, then reading your words again… it gives it a totally different… feel 🙂
~ Marie xox
*smile*
I love Vivaldi “seasons”
I used to play it to my kids in the car and while they were painting etc – when they were at primary school
They still love it today
May x
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That’s great that they carry over their childhood introduction into adult appreciation. 🙂
Ah, the give and the take, the lento and the allegretto. It rains her today, wet waiting for light. Nothing can grow without both. And appropriate that most all things we grow require us to get dirty too. Nice piece.
*smile*