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 piece from the eighties. It first appeared here in November 2015.
O at the Edges 
In spite of the poem’s somber tone, this makes me wish for a door harp! Curious … is the harp that inspired this poem is still with you …? The one pictured?
“candle’s flame ever / changing but constant” – imagery in motion!
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Yes, the one pictured. A gift from long ago – it came from a shop in Salado.
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I know someone who sells door harps! Don’t have his contact info to hand but I can find it out.
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There’s a tone to this, although somber, it’s welcoming too:
“fixed
as a loved
one’s death I
listen and hear
only three notes
each one solitary
and aloof yet
of one purpose”
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Thanks, Tre. I, too, like to think of it as welcoming, or perhaps accepting.
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You’re most welcome!
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From the eighties, but timeless.
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Thanks, Ken.
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Your door harp plays a welcoming tune,
“each one solitary
and aloof yet
of one purpose”
Time is still on my side of the door, a knock, chat, wine and more.
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It is a pleasant tune, tho different each time!
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Beautiful piece, I love this! 🙂
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Thank you!
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