Photo by NEOSiAM in Pexels. com We stood by the stream, the weather warm for a November evening, saying our last goodbyes to Pete, our old friend. Like always we questioned why we are born just to die and leave such grief and pain behind us. As we stood there, Jeff pulled out an old... Continue Reading →
Response to Mindlovemisery's Menagerie's First Line Friday, March 13. The prompt is in bold. This one was easy, as my husband went to sleep in the symphony and had to be removed. If the music didn’t get any better he was going to the take that pill Kelsey kept offering him. He couldn't abide classical music,... Continue Reading →
No language problem. Music is universal!
The piano is the queen of instruments, Black and white keys in one accord. Together they make sweet melodies, Beauty found in their triumphant chords. When played in harmony in a song, Sharps and flats and naturals coalesce. The resultant lovely sounds thrill me. I find myself overjoyed and impressed. The music swells in great... Continue Reading →
The music began to play, Today, Santana was my choice. Oh, that wondrous Latin beat Caused me to abandon my poise. I threw my head back and laughed, My feet moved of their own accord. And as I shook my money maker, My joy in just being alive soared. Music connects us the universe, Reminding... Continue Reading →
Sitting by the side of the road playing her guitar, nine-year-old Leslie felt the excitement that attends making money of one's own for the first time. Her daddy, who taught her to play, sat nearby in his lemon-colored wide-brim hat, watching to ensure no gangster behavior on the little boys' part. As the passersby dropped... Continue Reading →
A Trumpet solo! Gratitude for my soul's joy. Harmonies soothing! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Gratitude and harmony. I am writing with jazz in the background. So soothing!
Closed my eyes and sighed. Violin strings plucked by hand. Music sweetly played. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku poetry Prompt Challenge: plucked and played.
Loving the pure tones, The trumpeter played with grace. The pitch touched my soul. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge for April 15, 2019: tone and pitch.
Setting up to play her music, Joyless, with no smile on her face, Like the little deer on her leg, She seemed somewhat out of place. Then she started playing her music, And so blissful she finally became. Her music, so beautiful, touched me, And I just wanted to know her name. I sent her... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 