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
Oh.. I like the mood in this... from that messy life comes such wonderful bass-beat, something for us all to breathe.
ReplyDeleteStunning. Rhythm wonderful, mood too, and love the indirect connection of lines.
ReplyDeleteI love this--everything released in the music. The final line is perfect!
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteAwesome. Play on!
ReplyDeleteGrace, you made music with disparate images! Truly in awe.
ReplyDeleteum I am blown away by this
ReplyDeleteMusic is magic, as is this wonderful piece — love this Grace… 🙂✌🏼❤️
ReplyDeleteNice one Björn
ReplyDelete"music is your pill"
Music does have its healing quality
Much❤love
Marvelous! How your front rhymes evoke such a variety of images!
ReplyDeleteA great poem, I had a go but found it vey hard!
ReplyDelete"mutiny of blues and firestorm"
ReplyDeleteLove that lines, Grace!