love and loss

I never know when or how a song is going to end. It’s something that eludes formula and analysis.

I do know that a song has a way of bending: The end of the beginning bends to the beginning of the end.

I can’t tell you how many times I have sung loss, and how often it was love that was hiding unconsciously in my heart … how many times I thought I was at the end, only to find another beginning.

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9 thoughts on “love and loss”

  1. Ponies nuzzling always make think of the better half. We sit there staring at each and she’ll say “what are you thinking?” … I say “ponies, one black one white” … “Me to!” … All my love poems end with thoughts of her and ponies. D x

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  2. “The end of the beginning bends to the beginning of the end.” I find this in any of my work that’s longer than what I’d consider “Flash fiction.” The story tells itself, guides me and tells the story I needed to tell rather than the one intended.

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