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The wanting

by Keith D Allison

In the distance the shadows far
yet
the want call still to be fills
in this time of year
the sweetness of longing
for your shores

Is it in the blood
listening for the sweet sounds
Of Uilleann pipe
the beat
bent wood and goatskin

Let us carve
the beauty into a single piece of wood
adorning with brass strings
that the ears may be filled

Do you not hear
the morsels of sound
flowing from the fiddle
accompany by the flute

the modern is fine
but let's mingle
with the six hole beauty
of a fine Irish flute

Lay your hands together
hear the motion of the feet
the Bodhr’an will help keep the beat
Sweet the rhythm of your dance

03/25/2012

Posted on 03/25/2012
Copyright © 2022 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/25/12 at 04:11 PM

I like it!

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/25/12 at 10:19 PM

This kind of poetry can't be picked up at random. It has to be part of the writer's DNA. I'm not sure that makes any sense. I just love how natural the flow of this piece feels when read aloud.

Posted by Shannon McEwen on 03/26/12 at 02:29 AM

I love the flow of this, the vivid images, particularly "Do you not hear the morsels of sound flowing from the fiddle accompany by the flute"

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