Tag Archives: Music

YES, YOU CAN SING

Yes, you can sing of what you do and what comes to you that feels blue, and absolutely wrong. . . But, do that only, and you’ll draw out the sad, afraid and mad and lonely. . . It may … Continue reading

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A BREATH OF MUSIC FROM UP HIGH

Birdsong unraveling like a sweet, shrill piece of spiral tape confetti bursting from a paper bottle party favor in the bright spring air.

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YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE

Live your life– do simple things or intricate, as time and space let or require. Do days, sleep nights. Allow the ripple rings­­­­­­­ +++++ and wakes ­­­­­­­+++++that your three-plus dimensioned­­­­­­­ +++++movement bring to wave through winding channels deftly cut deep … Continue reading

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THINGS COME IN THREES

Three blind mice. . . tic tac toe. . . Things come in threes roll off the tongue with clever rhythm, grace and ease, though’s said that three counts up to crowd, in issues touching belles and beaux. Ergo, seems … Continue reading

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BLOW TO MAKE A SOUND

Blow to make a sound. Cover the holes to make it smooth and sweet and round. Tap foot, keep time, hold heart and mind more deep than worded reason or its clever rhyme. Without wry shapes of face or mouth, … Continue reading

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PUTTING YOUR FINGER ON LIFE

Life you cannot put your finger on it. . . But even if you really could, you couldn’t really hold it there, out of time, on a wing, up high mid-air. . . And yet, somehow, you know it’s there. … Continue reading

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ARCHAEOLOGY

Digging through what, to most eyes, just looks like trash. . . A shard, a clue, an arrowhead deft-chipped from black volcanic glass. Unearth what was, detect the trace of bird’s eye flash, with twitch of tiny sparrow’s head. . … Continue reading

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