O, song that thrums from fretting
hand polished surface – soothes -
I bend to press of your bow,
billowing a belated sigh
like cherry blossoms lean to listen
to vibrations in wood -
O, song, touch my face
with kiss of harmony.
A slow right-hand caress -
whispers, then sings
heart to heart
out into garden -
soul-rubbing sonatas
tracking peace by pulse -
placing love’s choir
on downy blond hairs
by the merest brush
of breath on skin -
O, palm to pulse at throat
begins holiest hum.
Author notes
"The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and unstringing my instrument” - by : Rabindranath Tagore (India) 1861-1941
In a list
A contest entry
- One phrase-a Muse and an inspiration by cherche -d -ame.
875 points, ended March 7, 2007, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Congratulations on your silver chalice, my Friend...Well~deserved, indeed... 
Wanda
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WOW.....
this is so breathtaking...
I love every bit of it...
but I was completely breathless with
the last stanza.
Great write...
Heidi -
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Ty for the nice comment. I appreciate them.
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"breath on skin" what beautiful words. May that be the breath of love or our own as we exhale that which lies deepest within our hearts (our own music). A beautiful rendition and I thank you for entering. Best wishes in the contest,
reenie
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ty cherche-d-ame. I can nto reply on the contest page to thank you for the silver. I am really pelased to see you chosen soulfulwoman as the gold. We have been friends, int he real, for over ten years, and since joining she has simply blown me away with her writing.
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Ummm...wowzer. We really ARE Sisters. 
What a beautiful piece, my Friend...I love how you played the arrangement, Sweetie...Gorgeous imagery, sweet Soul sentiments...Good luck in Reenie's contest... Wanda
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ty gf.....we just had the coldest night and day since 1966. This morning the air is zinging its last cold harrah.... We leave to take puppy down to Jen's tonight and on our way to NB early in morning!
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Bundle up & stay warm, my Sister. I shall miss your presence horribly until your return. Kiss that loveable Scribe for me, will ya, please???
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Loving this line..."by the merest brush of breath on skin-..." brings great imagery and just kinda takes ya to a dreamy floaty place...good job
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ty whoochi, for the visit and the comment.
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