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Rising sound,
        pervasive
tatoos it's rythm
on my flesh
                        a soul song
upon the wind
                    blowing
my regrets
searing notes
that                singe
branding
an echoing
            lament


a keening trill
            struck upon

a Resonator's
                  frets

and painted here
to echo still

to one who
turns        deaf ear


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  • grannyeri gold member
    March 20, 2007
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    So many different ways people interpret this picture - each poem offers something unique that makes it stand out among others. Enjoyed the form you used here and the use of space - very original and interesting.


  • MuddyKing
    March 19, 2007

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    yes I know of sugar blue..lol
    and this piece is filled with feeling...and I always say if you can't feel it...it ain't blues
    excellent


  • JohnnyD gold member
    March 19, 2007

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    I was going to say sorta like a keyboard of the soul but the closer I read it the more I think her tune is that of a harmonica, and Blues at that, specifically "Sugar Blues" from Harlem. Don't know how many on Ap know of him but Muddyking probably does? For those who don't.....

    http://www.sugar-blue.com/home.html

    so pull up a stump and enjoy a little gale force love.
    Sweet write there love, it rocks the soul.



    Len


  • Amera gold member
    March 19, 2007

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    Wonderful! thought provoking, good flow almost musical. Good word choice; pervasive, huh?

    Love,
    Amera


  • PerVirtuous
    March 19, 2007

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    Singing to the Deaf?

    Don't worry fine poet! I have two ears and will listen with both to make up for it. The horse whisperer walks all the way around the horse, checking it's reactions from every angle, before attempting to bridle it. Perhaps the soul song is being heard, and the hearer reflecting upon the response? I dunno. Just saying. Three more bunnies for you.


  • wolfspiritguide gold member
    March 18, 2007
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    i love this. this is great and was really pulled into the last line. wonderful ending.

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