I Hear Music
With You
When I look across the trees,
I hear music.
A symphony of waves fills me as the wind moves the shoreline oh so slightly to the right... My right. A subtle rippling effect accompanies the breeze as deep evergreen becomes a brightened chartreuse. A layering of sound becomes visible as oaks lean and still stand tall against the bristling maples and rustled brush.
While a family of ducks lulls past my feet,
I hear music.
A chorus of quacks that makes a natural sense, more easily divined than translated. An order from mother to stay in line keeps the little ones from getting too close, yet also keeps them perfectly in sync with each other. A belief that these creatures are part of it all plants a smile with solid roots; I am with love.
As I listen to the water lap against the dock,
I hear music.
A distant boat leaves its Kelvin wake, alerting me and pointing in her direction. A gentle woman lies, a great love of mine, moored, yet adrift. A paddleboard between her and the lake, she steadies as the waves propel her further from me.
Ever still, she rests and will until sated, and she will hear the music with me.
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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Compelling and original writing
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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Comments (14)
A beautiful poem with beautiful words, thankyou for sharing. Congratulations on Top Story xx
Beautiful :) Congratulations on the Top story!
Beautiful, KP, as always
This perspective makes one see their world in a different light if we just take the time to listen. Very inspiring!
This was pure calm in written form. I could hear the music in every image, every ripple, every breath of wind. It’s tender, vivid, and deeply felt—like love whispered through nature.
This is absolutely gorgeous, like breathing.
Congrats and this is so amazing. :D
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
It is such a beautiful read
This is so pretty. You've painted such a vivid moment and beautifully too. Congrats on Top Story!
Swinging back to say I am glad Vocal had sense and made this Top Story. Congrats, kp!
This was sublime! kp, i loved the switch between the singular lines that breathed with the more breathless prose-like sections! the perfect marriage of form and eloquent words! bravo!
The msuic of natures , excellent words
This felt so blissful and was so beautifully written. Loved it!