every road
a keyboard
every step
giving either
a sweet note
or sour note
tandem tones
ringing a range
of experience
melodies
ears might
obtain and
minds might
remember
in the end
every man
woman child
walks their
music
a journey
a song that
sings distance
achieved in
harmonic
progressions
with interposed
backslide
reversals the
counterpoint
constant
the threat
ever present
for failure
sounds much
like success
composition
is often
impulsive
a resonant
accident
played by
two feet
with no sense
of direction
enthralled
in the moment
delighted by
merely their
chance to
make noise
Just beautiful, and a great picture to go with it! I hope you don’t mind me re-blogging.
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much appreciated – I am honored to have you reblog this
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Reblogged this on Poetry to Ponder By and commented:
I love this, and of course the idea behind it of choosing how we use the life we’re given.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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“composition is often impulsive a resonant accident” – only a true artist could have written this,
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thank you ever so much, Edwin
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So true! We make our own music, step-by-step, at times unaware that we own the moment. The delight of being alive.
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wonderfully said
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Well you’re back in some style!
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it was a well needed respite
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Sounds a lot like the Republican Convention . . .
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you win my GOP pin for giving me the best laugh of the day
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Wowza–goes in the BEST file; and what great art, too.
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so glad you think so, dell
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