Your voice is so sweet, my darling.
How my fingers itch to trace your smooth strings,
to rub down your glossy surface with a silken, linen cloth,
over and over again.
How I long to close my eyes,
to feel your scroll resting in my palm,
to breathe in the luscious fragrance arising from freshly polished maplewood.
How you come alive when the bow slides upon your strings,
how my fingers dance as the notes sweetly sing.
Surely, you are the most beautiful instrument, my dear.
Doesn’t the wind seem quite lonely at times? She’s invisible. The only way to make herself known is to cry, to touch, whether her crying is done softly or roaring.
tenderly brushing my skin,
the wind cries softly.
Thank you for taking the time (or just happening to stumble across) my simple NaPoWriMo poetry blog, Poetry Ponderings. I decided to create this blog so that I could participate officially in NaPoWriMo, because I’m not sure if my private creative writing blog would really count. 😉
This will be my second year doing NaPoWriMo, and I’m extremely excited to get going! However, I must admit that I’m still a “newbie” poet, and my poetry still has plenty of room for development. Please, don’t hesitate to leave a bit of feedback on my poetry, just please no criticism besides constructive criticism.
Once again, thanks for stopping by, and I can’t wait to get posting!
Are you participating in NaPoWriMo? If so, how long have you been doing so?