sounds of flutes #poetry

listen to the horses gallop in the water

on the edge of autumn

axes of blue passion

intersect your laughter

chestnuts crack the time

heaving their fruits

bake my lips with love

born from sounds of flutes

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first published in The Literati Mafia 

 

40 thoughts on “sounds of flutes #poetry

    1. Thank you so much for your exquisite words! They warm my heart! The entire world is my muse. I think 🙂

       
    1. “a G more free:, indeed! May the sun shine on you love and happiness! BTW how is the weather? 🙂

       
      1. Weather back to being very English – quite changeable, a bit of this and that – not too much of the other – the hot stuff of recent times that strawed our lawns and warmed the sea enough for pale Englishmen to paddle in…

         
  1. she, where she goes early in the morning
    when the young horses in the waves run
    my ship is sinking with flags
    dust of Great Armada in front of the island

    but someone plays
    the flute
    on the deck

    an associative answer to this full-length poem with the signature of a great artist!

     
    1. Beautiful poem, my dear B! Thank you for calling me a great artist! That’s very generous of you!
      Wait a minute… ayyyy… the dust of the Great Armada.. don’t let your ship sink 🙂 :

       
      1. ah, dear G, the pleasure is mine! but, as with all the old galleons – with wind in the sails and flags in the air …

         
  2. Sorry, I am late for the SPF party. I like many others before me, fell in love with that “baking of the lips with love” line. Almost made me retrieve my Rachel Ray apron. 👨‍🍳 Truly gorgeous line in a lovely poem.
    I hope your TGIF is going well.

     
    1. Ayyyyy… you are very late! I was worried about you. Did you have your coffee? 🙂

      I am glad you liked the poem. Thank you sooo much!

       
  3. When I read this, the horses make it seem like the poem is going to be a, full speed ahead kind of thing, but then the axes come and it seems like a slow float down to something relaxing. It’s like the poem drew a blue and gray x in my mind. Anyway, I like it.

     
    1. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts! I see what you are saying. Yet for me speed and slowness are two faces of the same coin. Happiness and sorrow. Sadness and joy. Most of the time I feel them simultaneously. Maybe I should have written this poem differently. I do not know.
      Thank you again for reading and commenting.
      Have a fabulous weekend!

       
      1. I wouldn’t say that! Just write another one. I always have a hard time writing comments because I don’t want to be too long winded, so it’s hard to describe exactly what I mean. Maybe that ‘x’ I was seeing was like seeing one side of that coin and a brush stroke of blue flipped it so that it slowly recedes into something comforting yet a bit sad. (Again, I seem to be having the same problem, sorry if I’m not being clear)

         
      2. You are clear, and I am very grateful for your comment.
        Most poets think that their interpretation of their own work is the “authentic” one.
        I do not believe that. For me the most important interpretation is that of my readers. I do not understand what an “authentic” interpretation is. There are multiple interpretations. That of the author is just one of them.

         
      3. I totally agree. I actually think that sometimes the interpretation should rest solely on the reader. It means something to the author just because they wrote it, but the fun part is seeing what was brought into the minds of someone else.

         

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