i am stretched thin as a hair
speak to me and i vibrate
a single guitar string
in the cosmos
tying star to star
humming one note
if i were more
i would be a minor chord
complete and harmonious
yet melancholy even among
the celestial furnaces
stretched thin as a hair
tying star to star
if a fuse
i would burn
my embers meeting
in the middle of all things
Words and Feathers 
Go on and keep vibrating. Everyone’s tune is unique. How could it not be?
Music of the spheres?
I thought about one’s own pass through life, like a string vibrating in a concert.
That was all amazing and beautifully done — vibrant [sic] between image and idea. Until your unequivocally cynical last line. I call BS on that. Have the courage of your lack of conviction. Nihilism would be fine, but the simple toss in the wastebasket you wrote cheapens the rest. I say go back and push harder. Maybe better just drop that line. “embers meeting / in the middle of all things” is gorgeous, powerful, and leaves the reader with nowhere to go. IMHO!
Thanks for the honest feedback. I appreciate it 🙏. I’ll go back and take another look.
I agree. I fixed a typo and cut the last line.
Now this poem is unapologetically stunning.
👍
One of my absolute favorites without doubt
Thanks so much!
You are so talented it’s a genuine pleasure
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A thought (and tell me to bugger off if you like): take your first stanza and write an entire poem that expands on that single thought. Stick to the I am, and leave out the “if.” Don’t undo this poem; it’s great. As we tend to oversay in the teaching community — trash or treasure.
Maybe. I won’t tell you to bugger off just yet.
I appreciate that. Keep the card handy just in case.
Wow! This is like coming into a poetry workshop. 🙂 I’m just going to sit back & take notes for my Psychology… I mean, Poetry Class!
Ha ha ha–well, we’re all mad here…
Ah well, you may have noticed that I’m not all there, myself!
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i love the images and feel this evokes.
Thank you so much 😊