Someone mentioned music and how it transports us- (I believe it was Brian
at WaystationOne/ Onestop Poetry)and it reminded me about the clarity and unity
of the experience from childhood.I did write 99.9% of this story yesterday-
then ran out of time and quiet to finish...
Music flowing
over a generous blue rug
a young child
spinning, dipping
to pick the flowers
under her feet,
following all
the twisting paths,
inward, outward
a heart scaling mountains
sailing rough seas
through seasons
for years;
until painting,
writing
drew her away;
now she wonders if lines
could re-twine
into a melody someday.
12 comments:
yes i think they can...when the time is right...and your story resonates a bit with me as well...happy saturday
"following all the twisting paths," like this very much. Twisting paths make for the best stories, Thank You
This is beautiful, those twists and turns, the creative child, flowing like a river,,,in a musical boat. I love this poem.
joanny
Izzy...
Music always seems to take you to a different place...
Loved your 55.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G
I can see a child dancing. Lovely poem.
That is SO BEAUTIFUL!!
Enchanted I came over from G-man's.
Methinks you are a songwriter too? You sure got it going on with rhyme and whimsy.
A heart scaling mountains. A generous blue rug. I just fell in love with your amazing writing -- thanks.
xo
i'm sure they can...this was so beautiful...sigh..
cute...
keep dancing.
love your magical word flow.
love it seems like u just let your mind wander...love it
Very sweet poem! Touching!
Beautiful understanding of childhood adventures! Especially love "Music flowing/over a generous blue rug" and "now she wonders if lines/could re-twine/into a melody someday."
yes the beauty that was experienced as a child can transport us through music
sweet 55
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