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Diminue: A Sestina
by Janice Fuhrman
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Your fingers depress keys on the piano, music
filtering through our lives, as the day lets go of light its history fades into memory and inside me a sinking builds, from being mortal, a spindlier member of the human race. As age hovers over all humans, I am drawn to the lonely strings of musical notes rising and sinking with the rhythm of ordinary days like the bruising ebb and flow of history like the pale light shimmering in your weathered eyes, the light I still see whenever I yearn for the lilt of a human story weaving its triumphant patterns, or music softening a lined face, or days unencumbered by bad dreams, sinking sinking, sinking into us. With us. Searching for the light of youth when days burst with more than twenty-four hours, when we believed in humanity the freedom and music of life, of all our stories. Her story, his story was everyone’s in our age of ages, sinking then rising with the dawn’s bird music suffusing all with light as rotations of the earth, our fleeting days, reveal our fragile humanness the slow blinding dissolve of human life. Yet there is no end to our stories. Sunlit days linger, stars and planets appear and sink, the weight of existence lighter. Music is scrambled but still sweet. We blitz from birth to death, forte to pianissimo. Music fades, but still sings, light dims but still sees. We do not peacefully sink. |
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
As a journalist, Janice Fuhrman has been published in major newspapers around the world, and from 1987 to 1992, she was a foreign correspondent in Tokyo, Japan. As a wine writer, her stories and columns have been published in magazines and newspapers, including the San Francisco Chronicle. She is the author of several wine books. She has a travel website, Fuhrmantations.com. In her briefer career as a lawyer, she practiced in the area of Elder Law.
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