Friday, June 27, 2014

Goodbye Mandolin

Goodbye, mandolin.
I wish for you
soft white hands
and a seer's soul.
For fingers pressed
against your frets
as close as my ghost.
For chords
ringing rich
ever binding
and finding
harmony.

For Marian's prompt at Real Toads

13 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Amazing poem, MZ, both as response to the challenge and as a piece of art.

Brian Miller said...

love the sound of the mandolin...the intimacy with the instrument and the music made though...def there...

Marian said...

ooooh the flip side of a hootenanny. love this.

Sylvia K said...

I do agree with the others, MZ, terrific, as always!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Whoosh! "soft white hands and a seer's soul"....poetry doesnt get any better than this!

Susan said...

Wherever it goes, to open like we know it is capable of ...Beautiful.

Fireblossom said...

Tears in the ink, here.

Ella said...

I love a "seer's soul"-so rich and wonderful~ Encore!

Margaret said...

…only the best for a beloved instrument.

grapeling said...

my older boy has a mandolin, urged to play by his violin teacher. it rests unused, now that Tommy has moved to the great beyond ~

blueoran said...

Soul of the video, for sure, but it lifts out of that box cleanly and purely of itself.

Sioux said...

Certainly musical instruments deserve this.

Mary said...

This is really lovely.