o violin - you sob another tune
of sorrow on this warm Spring afternoon
strength in the determined bow that glides
through notes that shimmer in the country side
we travel - as they sing and slip and slide
in sweet glissandi - flashing like the wide
strong landscape - while the music of the train
reflects upon your psalm in quiet refrain
perhaps this tune outlines the poet's goal
to travel into nature's very soul
and with our art - discover and retrace
its intricacy - till we find our place
within - that prize - that dazzling secret bit
of heaven - and make our meaning out of it
hazel ss hall
I love the lack of punctuation, apart from the occasional dash - a bit like a rest in music. Very lovely poem; you seem to have an optimistic view of the transformative possibilities of poetry. And who is the dag in the red hat? (Not the dignified gentleman...the other one.)
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