Ah, child of the dust,
how shall I tell you?
Come, please, and play my strings.
For I am mute. Absolute.
I want to be heard,
but the weight is the word.
Bring your patience.
Is there not some residual worth?
And now, you must tune.
Though you know me not,
in weary sighs I will tell you how…
The two highest are of a single strand.
They can speak beauty, poignant and piercing,
played with a bow.
The two that are next are of wire finely wound.
They speak of wisdom gained, lessons learned,
kindnesses felt and given.
The two that are last are more heavily coiled.
for they bear the most weight.
They speak of things sad, and of guilt and betrayal,
of regret, and of harrowing penance.
Pluck them slowly, with soft fingerpads.
If any should break at the peg,
stay and warm me.
Let the sting subside.
Rid me of the useless member.
Play me again, with your love,
and know that, now, it matters not.
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.