Hearken to the native flute's pure voice.
Bathe in the balm of it's soothing noise.
It resonates a plaintive cry,
beckoning the soul to release and fly.
Each note that echoes soars,
then dips like a drop of warrior blood,
stirring our own blood, as it should,
for we are all one land, one earth.
last breath in death,
first breath at birth.
From its deepest chambers flow,
the gentle drone of the buffalo,
and flutter of the owls wing.
Each tender trill, has a song to sing.
Listen well to the perfect harmony,
formed by fingered melody.
Sweet cadence
reverberates in hollow reed--
the voice of god-
the voice of peace.
Author notes
prompt - Native Flutes
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Comments
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This was beautiful despite my ignorance to religion.
but i loved your beautiful words. your wonderfully rich images left pictures and emotions in my mind and most importantly I heard the music of the pan flutes from your words.
wow lol i liked this line the most of all becasue it gave me the chance to listen to the native flutes themselves.
'Each note that echoes soars,'
'From its deepest chambers flow,
the gentle drone of the buffalo,
and flutter of the owls wing.
Each tender trill, has a song to sing.
Listen well to the perfect harmony,
formed by fingered melody.
Sweet cadence
reverberates in hollow reed--'
a very strong and impressive piece of work here.
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