Door Harp
tear-shaped or is
it the inviolable
form of the
candle’s flame ever
changing but constant
in its own
presence that being
momentary or fixed
as a loved
one’s death I
listen and hear
only three notes
each one solitary
and aloof yet
of one purpose
Yet another from the eighties.
O at the Edges 
Love the simplicity and metaphors of this style of poem!
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Thanks, Phil. I flirted with this style for about a year way back when, and found it both challenging and fun.
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Very touching.
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Thank you.
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Yeah, bring back the 80s! Although your work in the 10s (21st century) is great too.
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Ha! More on the way…
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Lovely, like music. 🙂
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