Array ( [sid] => 182284 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Ears, Take Heed [time] => 2015-12-10 19:51:45 [hometext] => Truth cloaked in silliness [bodytext] =>

I pulled my six stringed pen to me
and played on paper air to feel,
gone like dust and not to be
as if it was never real.

Higher lower songsy words
spake soft then harsh from E to E,
floating to my ears I heard
a wordless poem I played for me.

My box of string of curved design
unaccomplished I yet free of fret,
the sounds I coax should be a sign
to stick with ink without regret.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 7 [informant] => Invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Ears, Take Heed


Ears, Take Heed
Date: Thursday, 10th December 2015 @ 07:51:45 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Invierno


I pulled my six stringed pen to me
and played on paper air to feel,
gone like dust and not to be
as if it was never real.

Higher lower songsy words
spake soft then harsh from E to E,
floating to my ears I heard
a wordless poem I played for me.

My box of string of curved design
unaccomplished I yet free of fret,
the sounds I coax should be a sign
to stick with ink without regret.


This poem is Copyright © Invierno


Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT.
If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from
the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission.
If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works,
he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf.

This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com
https://www.your-poetry.com/

The URL for this poem is:
https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=182284