Just Plain Foolish

Just a chance for an old-fashioned, simple storyteller to say what needs to be said.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

pick
strum
rhythm
notes sparkle
banjo strings dancing
fingers flying over the neck
lost in the bright music, I smile

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wool
string
spindle
the dance starts
whirling, twirling wheel
spins loose fibers into tight yarn.

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Silence shakes me
trembling through walls
built of words

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