Friday, November 18, 2011

in tune/out of tune

Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, something is out of tune.
Carl Jung


do you ever sit still long enough
to hear the harmonics, hammering in your ears--
that blessed music would appear,

challenging you to accept the ground you walk upon
as real live music, while you mimic the alley cat-
disco-ing down dark back streets,

hoping your whiskers, and sensitive tail
would lead you to true sound: your bravery,
bellowing in baritone, sara bande-

all at once celestial...
& perfectly pitched, profound

Kate Lamberg
11/16/11

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