I loved her even before I saw her, heard her, held her in my arms. Sure, it was because I met one like her, an older, more imposing, different one, just similar enough to help me name what I was looking for.
Yet I had to wait. Money was one problem; time was another. I didn’t have the right amount of either. But she waited, too, and I saved. When at last money and time came together, I called her, sight unseen, sound unheard.
When that one special, rightly chosen ukulele came into my open hands, my open heart responded. She is Brio, meaning spirit, enthusiasm, animation, dynamism (I like that!), verve. And with that Spirit, we create beautiful music together.
Love is the Lifeforce
Demanding seasons align
Waiting turns to bliss
—
Today Toni tends the pub at
dVerse,
presenting the task of composing a romantic haibun. There are 2 things I consciously hesitate to do here… 1) I try not to write much Japanese poetry like haiku or haibun, because I feel mine always fall short. 2) Romance? Uh, no. But I could not in good conscience totally blow off the prompt, especially not after reading the other poets’ beautiful contributions! And so, with trembling fingers I offer up the closest thing to romance I can muster. I hope it’s not too cheesy. 😮
And have a listen to Brio,
’cause the music flows freely around here!
Oh I Love how you have romance your ukulele!
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sMiles.. i would rather
Love a piano.. a guitar
or sure.. a Ukulele too..
than a car.. a house or
a set of clothes.. as the strings
are simply extensions of vocal chords
that are inherent instruments of human
emoTions.. and in those extensions of our Emotions
as vocal chords longer and tighter and softer too..
we SinG more of the humanity of connection
in moving creating ways
thaN we could.. do.. at
least many of us.. particularly
those who are too tone deaf to
sing on key.. and can do the
Emotions in paint by
number
keys..
sMiles..
i was blessed
with perfect pitch..
need no form or sheet
music of poEtry as my
fingers sing no different
with words on keyboard..
as
strings
and
drums
of human heart..
some folks don’t understand
that wysiwyg of mY heArt.. spiRit
and soUL unleashed and released
from a pitch that fell from choirs of
angels and saints.. to the darkest
oiled tar bird
no longer
with
sTars
as eYes
oF SonG..
So.. i SinG.. so i
SinG on the
SonG oF
mY soUL
approaching 4 million
words now my friEnd with
only a degree of Love that
never ever ends or conforms
to sheet music of Before.. noW..
SonG oF mY SoUL
LonG
and iSREAL..:)
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I don’t think it’s cheesy at all. I loved the surprise of the ukulele in your prose! 🙂
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