“So cool that you know how to play the guitar.”
“Kind of you to say, but I’m the drummer, remember?”
“I know. That’s why we supposedly brought you into the band.”
“Let me get this straight., were you being sarcastic?”
“Lots of love, dude, but call us back when you can count to four.”
Slurping the yummy broth made her taste buds dance
Oregano and tomato played the bass notes
Under the delightful melody of lemon zest high notes
Pasta applying the percussion on her tongue
Being depressed on a day where light rains down from a robin’s egg sky
Leaves her wanting to curse up and down for feeling blah on such a perfect day
Ultimately, she goes to her safe space, puts on some B.B. King, and curls up in a ball
Enveloped in her azure blanket, she lets loose her own rain
Focusing on her toes, she went en pointe
Enabling her to float across the stage magically
Everything about this whispered of her having a superpower, but that meant
The dancer’s heel and tendinitis where her arch-villains
Flames soared up into the night sky, infusing the area with smoke
It lit up the other campers’ eyes and smiles as they witnessed
Reaching for her guitar, Mary began a new song of praise
Everyone was soon singing along as they shared all shared a spiritual spark
After the bell rang, Clarice looked behind her.
No wings yet, but she kept her head held high.
Getting them would mean she hade made it
Everything came down to that moment in her life
Looking at the program she smiled and settled back
So many more chances as the handbells started their next song
Deep bass notes punctuated the melody
Announcing it was time to get up
Nascent instincts awaken and bodies begins to move
Creating a kinetic ephemeral work of art
Even though some of the pieces need some tweaking
Sound out as melodious as a bluebird
If not, caw forth like a blue jay
No one will notice if the radio is loud enough
Going down the road on your journey
Bouncing along to the rock-hard bass sculpture
Enjoying the poetry of the melody
And reveling in the colorful painting of the harmony
That’s wrapped in a ballet for your ears
So much artistic goodness for your soul
Making passionate love to my soul
Under the vibrating cones of the massive speakers
Sound crashing out in waves and washing over me
It transports me to a place of tranquility
Carrying the problems of the world away for a small bit of time
SkEtChEs of my daily life through tiny words, artworks, quotes and snapshots--- capturing a moment in time.
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The girl who aspires to weave her palm creases herself!❤
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