My Kindred #Poem

My kindred are the instruments
For sweetest music-making–
The nature of their character,
A present for our taking.

The strings within the orchestra
Are sea glass for the ears.
They ring, reflect; they laugh and cry
With smiles and then with tears.

The brass, a welcome lighthouse great,
Is pointing out the way,
With pride and power leading on
And strength for each new day.

The woodwind section fills the air
Of inner, outer space,
As sounds of singing harken back
To fragile antique lace.

A booming blizzard from the drums!
It rattles rafters high!
Our hearts quicken in unison,
Uniting rhythms rhyme.

My kindred are plum perfect
And do a job well done!
They teach that through diversity,
In truth, we all are one!

—
My response to Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #45: Kindred

I Wonder how the Animals Feel! #Poem

I wonder how the animals feel!
When they enter our gardens to catch their crumbs,
Do they think we await them and want them to come?

I wonder how the animals feel!
When they hear our clocks chime and the noises we make,
Do they beg us to stop, for goodness sake!
Do they pray for a mute button on the remote
And wish we were still, silent like their fur coat?

I wonder how the animals feel!
When they see all our selling and marketing stuff,
Do they ask themselves, “When will enough be enough?”

I wonder how the animals feel!
Do they vision a world without people and places
So teeming with ghoulish, uncool social graces?
Would it brighten their day if we all stopped to listen
To our wonderful sky as it gleams and it glistens?

I wonder how the animals feel!
When the time comes to ring in a shiny new year,
Do they question if things will be different from here?

I wonder how the animals feel!
When we smell fetted odors that make us go “Phew!”
Do they want to exclaim, “You smell bad to us, too!”
Do they point and react to our oft foolish ways?
Or go shaking their heads through the rest of their day?

I
Wonder
How
The animals
Feel!

—
My response to this week’s
#Threethingschallenge Take Seven

Ancient Wisdom #Decima #Poem

The music flows, it ebbs, then flows
With undulating harmony
Of breezes born across the sea,
Imparting wisdom as it goes.

It sings the truth all nature knows:
That whether we succeed or fail,
We must, with in- and full exhale,
Be open to the fresh and new,
A clear perception, wider view.
And ride the tides of life we sail!

—
Written for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 30: (EXHALE) in the C rhyme line.

Frenzy’s Folly #Poem

In folly frenzy finds us caught
When running races we are off
With dashed decisions’ desperate calls
Inviting us to folly’s halls.

By taking tests and testing time,
We rest in rhythm’s reasoned rhyme.
With Nature’s knowing we are fed
By bearing boldly, being blessed!

When frenzy’s folly faces fate,
We wait on wisdom’s choice to make!

—
My response to
DVerse Poetics: Folly.

“Sí Bheag, Sí Mhór” Irish Trad. #Music

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Pronounced “Sheebeg, Sheemore,” this Irish folk tune is often attributed to Turlough O’Carolan. “Sí” means “fairy mound.” “Sí Bheag” and “Sí Mhór” are two hills in Ireland’s County Leitrim, said to be ancient burial sites.

This is a beautiful piece, whether played as an air or a waltz–as it is here, and I hope you enjoy it on zither!