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Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 20
Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.
Topic : Write a poem inspired by a musical instrument.
Form : Any
Line requirements: 8 or more
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Questions?
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11-20-2024, 07:24 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-22-2024, 08:35 PM by RiverNotch.)
Bells don't count
lest the priest be disallowed to swing
his censer or to strike
the diskos with the aer, while organs
(heard in some Greek churches) are
either mere holdovers from
whoever first designed their buildings or
they're novel innovations, catching on
like synchorochártia. Indeed,
the only instruments allowed
to sound before and then resound behind
the walls of icons anchoring
all our holy places are
our throats.
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Touch-No Touch
Strange, isn’t it, how much alike these ring
in sound, though not in shades of character:
they mimic human voice by wave or spin
both played by hand but only one by touch.
Sheer purity of tone, they share this much
but glass harmonica or theremin
is fairy bells or ghost glissando per
wet finger’s press or mystic gesturing.
Non-practicing atheist
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Looking out the door
Breathing every drop of that
Dirty rotten gulf coast storm
Filling me to my core
Walking out the door
See round here there's liquor
In every single god damn store
But I want something more
Good thing I don't have to leave the beach
Stumbling In the door
Landing on my back in this
Dirty rotten gulf coast storm
More than I bargained for
Sanity is so far out of reach
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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I made a diddley bow -
crudely attached a guitar string
to a plank of wood
raised it on both sides
and played it using a sea
smoothen beach found bottleneck.
Sliding glass across metal
beautifully sorrowful blue notes
resonate the old oak table
that acts as its conduit.
Sometimes I stumble across
near perfect vibrato
and I briefly reside in the ether
slightly closer to Blind Willie Johnson.
wae aye man ye radgie
