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I bend to be formed,
not torn or broken
but tempered by heat,
a fire so hot the white
is all You see of me.
I said change and grow
and I’m bent so low
this shape of me is
melting brass forged
by tools so strong
I fear the breaking.
But I’m bound to bend,
be shaped, sheared sound,
let this shine of me
play gleaming glory,
become the beautiful
breath of sudden
notes quickened by
Spirit, living tune played
through me, a golden
song borne on the
honeyed breeze of dawn.
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Laurie Klein and I first met online after I’d been following her work in print for a number of years. We share a common decade and a love of poetry and song. I then discovered she was blogging and we’ve been corresponding ever since. Laurie is the author of the prize-winning chapbook ‘Bodies of Water,…