mo athair.
>> 1.08.2009
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- - - - - - - - - - flat rugged tips we play
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- - - - - - - - - - lacking hesitation we do not argue
- - - - - strings or percussion nor does tempo
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- - - - - - - - - - as abandoned turtle houses do
- - - - - your blood trickles through me
- - - - - - - - - - in the key of C
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- - - - - - - - - - mo athair and his ax
- - - - - soothing metronome crackles among
- - - - - - - - - - his charity.
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3 comments:
Your poetry has the hint - no, more than a hint, I suppose, the shout - of music to it. Not just in your words, but in your rhythm. Lovely. I look forward to reading more.
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