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In essence

by A. Paige White

The flutes play to
a rattle snake tamborine
drummed fists keep time
to dancing tunes

on that path
where you stop
study a flower
listening for the distant

songs to conceive
by bending knees
the mouth of the wind
blows tenderly into the stem
softly fluting tamborine leaves
entwined

In softest sprays
at end of day
she bathes
with linen sleeves
and quite believes
the weave
so fine

08/12/2007

Author's Note: of Hearts of Space

Posted on 08/13/2007
Copyright © 2024 A. Paige White

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/19/07 at 08:19 PM

Vivid imagery! Maybe Gary is right! Quite a jump from verse one to the ending!

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 09/01/07 at 05:10 PM

Fascinating, as playful and musical as the wind---- an original concept and metaphor: flower stem as flute, flapping leaves as tambourines. I hear and see this as consistent all the way through, as you stop to look and hear the flower--it takes kneeling to get close, and the "Hearts of Space" --the ancient call of such contemplative songfulness.

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