SHE PLAYED THE FLUTE

Michael Edwards

 

 

SHE PLAYED THE FLUTE

 

Held in passive hands

Lightly stroking polished wood

Old memories stirred

 

Placed against the lips

Forgotten skills recaptured

Faint notes of the flute

 

Bitter sweet the sound

Softly recalling past dreams

Some shattered some found.

 

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 18th, 2017 00:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: Haiku style: 5/7/5 Plus a monotype print - one of a series.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 51
  • User favorite of this poem: Laura🌻.
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Comments8

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good Michael, those sounds can bring back lost memories.

    The painting is interesting, it is another one where much can be seen within it the more you look.

    • Michael Edwards

      Thanks Andy - more of the prints to follow

    • BRIAN & ANGELA

      Thanks MICHAEL ~ great theme for a Saturday Morning. Angels on Christmas Cards are often depicted "Tooting a Flute" or a "High Flyer on a Lyre".
      Your Picture shrieked ZIMBABWE ~ Crossed wires of BROWN & BLUE ~ we are praying for a peaceful transition from Despotism to Sanity !
      Thanks for a challenging "POEM et PIC" so early on a Saturday Morning ! I'm just off to CHURCH for the Men's "Full English Breakfast" (35 of us !) and Carpet Bowls ! Yours BR IAN

      • orchidee

        You having that brekkie and playing bowls now Brian?!

        • Michael Edwards

          Hadn't thought of it in terms of Angels but why not. yes Zimbabwe is a worry - let's hope.

        • orchidee

          A fine write and pic Michael. It was only bitter, with no sweetness, when I accompanied her with my singing! Trust me to ruin it. doh!

          • Michael Edwards

            Oh Orchi I'm sure the melodious effluence that flows from your voice box is the envy of many - especially the dead Lol 🙂

          • orchidee

            Will me singing be enough to waken the dead?! heehee.

          • Laura🌻

            She certainly did play the flute...my daughter that is! I will email this beautifully penned poem to her! I’m confident that she will recall some past dreams and be most thankful for the new ones that have come true. She’s now a soprano singer of classical music.
            I’m reading a lot into your painting! Fascinating!!
            Thank you.

            • Michael Edwards

              Aw that's a real compliment - hope she likes it and tell her I'm a great lover of the soprano voice so you must be so proud of her. As for the painting it's a mono print and as such it's a 1of1 and thus unique.

              • Laura🌻

                Unique indeed! I hope you’ll share more.

                Yes, I am very proud of her! Thank you!

              • Seek

                I can hear the solemn melodies from the flute just reading this great poem.

                • Michael Edwards

                  I so appreciate your kind comment - thanks Seek

                • FredPeyer

                  'Held in passive hands'...how many times do we hold our live and memories in 'passive hands'! This poem is profound, Michael! Love it!

                • myself and me

                  The notes from the flute carried old memories waved in the air. How lovely.



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