Opus - Arielle Arbushites
poetry ☆
poetry ☆
There is a harmony in our give and take,
simultaneous sounds of you and me, knowing what we know
and the melody of you never falls from my ears,
satisfying, ingrained in me, familiar
but exciting; I can hum you in my sleep.
Our chorus on a loop now, we repeated,
and it sticks so beautifully –
the final cadence will be the best,
the longest lasting, a new ballad.
The opening bar held me and never let me go;
I memorized every chord and even when I am tired
and cannot listen, I feel you in my bones,
never far, a symphony only for me,
elaborate and magical, a composition of great worth
no one truly knows but me, but us.
The rhythm of you stirs in my soul,
goes beyond the logical, and
the string plucks of our song, they
play my ribs, a vibration around my heart,
exhilarating, comforting, specific.
The tempo rises, I experience the piercing intimacy
in every note; it’s a sonata, a large-scale composition,
this story, this music, you and me.
The thump of a foot; I know I’m alive,
and there is so much that is said in
the breath that releases just a beat before
the vocal takes flight, then whispered lyrics
slipping out of the throat like a gentle but urgent need,
warm, so warm, but ever electric.
There is nothing like this, always building,
climbing, cresting, progressive increase
of intensity marked by explosions
of meaning, culmination…crescendo.
Arielle Arbushites is many things, but above all she is a licensed social worker who has been a writer all her life. She has mainly published poetry on social platforms and lit mags or journals, including upcoming work in Neologism and The Orchards Poetry Journal. Arielle lives and writes in Lehigh Valley, PA where she balances motherhood, hospice work, and poetry as a means of understanding what it means to be alive and connected.
