Strings of Things
A Poem
by Anne G
Strings of things pull at my heart,
viola, cello, violins.
Silken threads complete the bows,
that stroke their taut and tightened wires.
Paganini, Mozart, Brahms
Beethoven –
Mendelssohn, Schumann, Bach;
fiddlers of a classic stock.
Most of all none can surpass,
the grandest of the instruments;
vibrating, human vocal chords.
Inspired creation –
master’s touch.
Octaves ranging one to six
give wings to notes, that angels sing.
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Anne G
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write?
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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