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Thursday, January 24, 2013

Poem for Sunday Whirl #92

Thanks, Brenda, for pushing the pen...

she sings a song of sixpence
chorded in the key of wry
pearl drops of bones
hum a missing charge

beware that note is near
the air is sweet with dark
when art sings from the dais
sets the filaments ajar

a wire goes bad before
a filter blows
large chips of nothing
chorded in the key of wry

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Anonymous said...

Your initial play on that nursery rhyme is clever, Sue. You had me anticipating the entire piece, and it does not disappoint.

Anonymous said...

I like the playful entrance and how the rest of the piece seems to hum its way to completion. Too bad the instrument failed,