Poem -

The Mandolin Player

Letters from the shed

The Mandolin Player

Five finger dancers jĂȘte fret to fret.
They spring and leap with incandescent glee
unknown to the master who bids them.
Glazed black marbles sparkle dull
not a glance for the limber muses
Each string rings bringing another unwilling second.

If only he knew the joy such seconds bring
a light would spring forth as his fingers did in that glassy blackness.

Perhaps the water stills in awareness 
We are fools to the marionette song.
Like those dancers frequenting frets
We are played by him in a complacent jaunt.
 

Like 3 Pin it 1
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
Tony Taylor

This is quite beautiful ELIZABETH!!.......it sings poetically with perfectly placed rhymes within lines and alliterative phrases sprinkled in....a most clever way to dance upon the strings......i play guitar and found this to be enchanting!!......ALL STARS! & PINNED!!......well done dear poet sister!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo  : )

Reply
Poem -

Lonely

Letters from The Shed

Lonely

"I'm a lonely person.
I'm a very happy lonely person
I can wallow in the cry of nothingness...

Poem -

The Night Owl

Letters from The Shed

The Night Owl

"My hour is darkness I float on a twilight surf,
sinking below devouring depth and drowning...

Latest poems in Freestyle, Song, Speculative

Poem -

Adult Requirements

Adult Requirements

Distressed pots and pans
lie dormant in the sink

Starting to pile up

A mountain of...

Poem -

Righteous

Passion fades. The mind clears.
Born in Zion were we.

I dreamed god dreamt us up

...

Poem -

YOUR LIFE IS WAITING

YOUR LIFE IS WAITING

What are you waiting for?

Destinations want you...

You have the passion...

You have...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com