A dancing string is a strummed and fretted wire

Upon which I perform my own tightwire act.

Balance aloft on shakey footing.

There is no safety net should the string snap.

Freefalling into sound endlessly, a runaway elevator in an interminable shaft.

Heaven is in the drone of sounds in stereo

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

3 thoughts on “Fretted”

  1. writtencasey: i’m sure that you are aware of the genius of Vivian Stanshall (his Bonzo Dog Band endeavours, yes. But also his ‘quintessentially British’ [© D period Ball] & unbeatable ‘Sir Henry at Rawlinson’s End’ radio series from oh-way-back-when-you-were-just-a twinkie [sic]-in-a-eye). Of his passing in 1995, the poet Roger McGough wrote ‘[Vivian] walked life’s tightrope with the safety net nailed firmly to the floor.’ – thus proving at once that poetry & genius & the appreciation of, is a deft & death defying act. Lovely work, as always. nickreeves.

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