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TWOSOME by Chayym ZeldisHere’s a poem I’m contemplating today....



TWOSOME by Chayym Zeldis

Here’s a poem I’m contemplating today.  I invite you to spend some time with its short verses. Imagine you are the violin. Imagine you are the strings and the hollowness. Imagine you are the wood.  And, yes, imagine the story from the other side: be the player, the violinist, the string plucker and caresser. 

The violin
kept its notes
to itself

like birds
in a cage…

The man
kept his heart
to himself
like a hound
on a leash…

Then
one day

the man
left the room
where he slept

and walked
into the room

where the violin
rested…

He picked up
the bow
lifted the violin
cradled it in
the hollow of
a shoulder,
and played…

The notes
were freed.

So was his
heart.

TAKING IT FURTHER

  • If today you are the violin, who is the violinist in your life?
  • If today you are the violinist, what is the violin in your life?
  • Which one verse would you pick to companion you throughout the day? The one verse that stood out for me is the last verse: “The notes were freed. So was his heart.”


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