Cheek to body of violin,
lips to mouthpiece preparing tune,
hand to strings and stick to drum ~
This longing leaves me in such a way.
A whale sings it ancient rhymes
and I am drawn to bass bent by currents.
A bird chorus is lead by branch-baton
to force my downward gaze where answers reside.
A purring kitten on my breast, a dry-sob sister
on my shoulder, a child laughing in the garden,
the low breathing of my dying father ~
these are music written on trellis of heart.
A satisfied groan after a big meal, clink of china,
tinkle of crystal, the sound of savor,
the sip of Charlot’s plum tickle, chocolate
humming on your tongue as it melts ~
these are kinds of music in the background.
A sigh, a whisper, an old Eden song of sin,
a gasp, a coo, murmur of skin against skin,
xylophone of a bent spine, flute of leg and arm,
belly drum and cymbal crash ~
each a simple drawn out note of man nuances.
Author notes
the sight, the smell, the sound, the expression, the feel of music is important to me... all is music I recall, I am, I shall have in my life as long as there is life.
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Beautifully penned, my Sister...
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ty, Wanda...always
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This is what sensuality is truly all about, a fat feast of feeling. Unfortunately most people don't really have an awareness or comfort level with the senses and feelings are treated like poison. Emotions are either hot or cold and distinctions and variations are totally unknown. This could be a primer course for beginning to get in touch with life.
Love,
Tom B.
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ty, tomis, I so appreciate you stopping by. Sometimes people tunnel into one aspect..I am trying to get to feelings in a holistic way.
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I am a music junkie, probably why my poems are so lyrical. I spent years shut down to all but the extremes of feelings. Now, I explore the rainbow and all the nuances between colors. So, yeah, I understand.
Love,
Tom B.
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Exquisite........
This is more than I could hope for...music in more forms than I even thought of...
"A purring kitten on my breast, a dry-sob sister
on my shoulder, a child laughing in the garden,
the low breathing of my dying father ~
these are music written on trellis of heart."
I so love this
Lynda
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ty, my friend. Music....it is everywhere, if we listen, methinks.
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