Open Poetry #46 |
Sonya's Trumpet |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Sonya played her trumpet With a gust of breath And tune from her head Resonating through the house And to the neighbors black den Sonya cleared her throat every night Before she started to play Before the song from the trumpets gold horn Would resonate through the neighboring streets Through the backyard of her own head To the long private path Where two souls listened As the moon rose, Chastising the wind as it blew too close Along the sparrows of midnight; She played her trumpet until the night slept And the children were silent With their heads against the white willow pillows Of a sleepless night To SonyaĆs gold trumpet. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I am stunned that there is no reply to this! How can this be? I want to force myself to lie awake, so that I can hear Sonya's trumpet honouring the night. Owl |
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