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The wanting
by Keith D AllisonIn 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 © 2024 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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