A day’s scale —
dusk through dawn —
is measured
in slim increments,
felt
like a sigh
against the ear.
Reach.
Extend.
Glide through
the arc of notes
unnamed and
never
out
of
tune.
— C.Birde, 3/18
Scales — A Poem
A day’s scale —
dusk through dawn —
is measured
in slim increments,
felt
like a sigh
against the ear.
Reach.
Extend.
Glide through
the arc of notes
unnamed and
never
out
of
tune.
— C.Birde, 3/18
3 Comments
Lovely piece, Carrie. Sounds right, feels right!
Thank you, Robert 🙂 I’ve been on a forced hiatus from practicing my violin…so I’ve been listening to a lot of violinists/fiddlers…enjoying how they slide along the strings, from one note to another. As always, I truly appreciate a compliment from you, with the sublime touch you have joining word to rhythm to image 🙂
Your words slide like those notes. Perfect!