Flute Notes

In the casual plane  of an inner world
barren with ravages of drought,
flute notes filled the soul with song.

Gone the bustle of traffic,
The cacophony of a chaotic city
disappeared, and I found myself
barefoot in a sea of green
as plush as any velvet,

not manicured, like formal lawn,
but fringed and free with butterflies
and honey bees.  The sun was a kiss
on my face, and the breeze a warm caress.

From deep in the forest,
I heard the silver tune of a flute,
a sampler of sound, more scale than song,
and each note brought a picture to mind
and each picture meshed with the next.

Birds gathered ’round silent in their awe;
All the animals stood still and listened,
Even the squirrels busy with thievery
and hoarding stopped what they were doing.

The trees began to sway; pine and oak alike
heard the same song. When forest and meadow
and all that inhabited either had become of one mind,
the music turned to rain, blissful glistening rain.

Thirsty wild flowers opened
and from out of a bed of stone
a wee creature rose on delicate wings,
Angel, or faery, or maybe a wisp of energy,
it’s hard to say,

but the music grew softer
and the sun shone again.

 

6 comments

  1. Hi Sarah

    I am a big fan of flute, panpipe and reed instruments but especially the flute. It’s melodious sound can take one on a journey as so beautifully described by your poem. It can lift the spirit out of the body into a place of harmonic peace and wonder. And so does your poem — perfect title and perfect strophes each flowing smoothly into the next. I can envision this one with all my senses and that ending is powerful and commanding with quiet music and a spirit of energy that is the soul.

    The trees began to sway; pine and oak alike
    heard the same song. When forest and meadow
    and all that inhabited either had become of one mind,
    the music turned to rain, blissful glistening rain.

    Thirsty wild flowers opened
    and from out of a bed of stone
    a wee creature rose on delicate wings,
    Angel, or faery, or maybe a wisp of energy,
    it’s hard to say,

    Lovely!
    Wendy

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  2. Wendy,

    Your reply is lovely! I, too, love flute music. (flute and mandolin are my favorites)
    Thanks so much for taking the time to really look at my poem. That is a special reward.

    Sarah

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  3. I have a Native American flute that gives me joy, though I have little training to make her sing. She sings anyway. This poem takes charge and changes one reality into another. I love it, Sarah.

    “Angel, or faery, or maybe a wisp of energy,” They are much the same, aren’t they?
    ptc

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    • ““Angel, or faery, or maybe a wisp of energy,” They are much the same, aren’t they?”

      Yes!!

      Ptc,

      That quote is our newest addition to Bon Mots….Thank you!

      I dearly love flute music…I have no musical talent. It is one
      of my few regrets in this life. Would love to hear you play the
      flute. Are you familiar with SoundCloud.com? It is a wonderful
      way to share your music, your readings, your voice and it is easy
      to post it here once recorded there.

      Thank you so much for the time and heart you give to this poetic home.
      It makes a difference!

      Sarah

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  4. A delight to read
    and as the flute took the speaker somewhere else
    so the poem took this reader somewhere else.

    Much enjoyed.
    take care,
    Kerri

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