Thursday, October 6, 2022

the bassist

 


unfinished music sheets & riffs

untied laces on messy floor 

unhurried words, disconnected  

unguarded, you could have fooled me


music is your pill, oxygen 

muffling all the suttered sadness

muscles uncoil, your fingers fly

mutiny of blues & fire storm




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Using the head rhymes in the Traditional Mongolian Meter.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm

13 comments:

  1. Oh.. I like the mood in this... from that messy life comes such wonderful bass-beat, something for us all to breathe.

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  2. Stunning. Rhythm wonderful, mood too, and love the indirect connection of lines.

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  3. I love this--everything released in the music. The final line is perfect!

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  4. I love the way you captured the sound of a bass in the repetition of ‘un’, Grace. I also like the phrase ‘music is your pill’. You certainly showed us how to write the form!

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  5. I feel like this could be sung as a blue's song!! It's so full of life.

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  6. Grace, you made music with disparate images! Truly in awe.

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  7. Music is magic, as is this wonderful piece — love this Grace… 🙂✌🏼❤️

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  8. Nice one Björn
    "music is your pill"
    Music does have its healing quality

    Much❤love

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  9. Marvelous! How your front rhymes evoke such a variety of images!

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  10. A great poem, I had a go but found it vey hard!

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  11. "mutiny of blues and firestorm"

    Love that lines, Grace!

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