Someone surprised me today.
A new tune from an old fiddle,
from someone who once had no bow.
Of course, it wasn't perfect;
a sour note from misplaced
fingers, but the melody was sweet.
Nothing special in rhythm
just an exposition of the subtle,
instead of fortissimo bombast.

Comments
Beeme | July 10, 2009 - 13:37
I enjoyed this.
Liked these lines;
'Of course, it wasn't perfect;
a sour note from misplaced
fingers, but the melody was sweet.
Nothing special in rhythm..'
That's lovely imagery :)
Jupiter | July 10, 2009 - 14:55
No Beeme :-) The best lines are
the melody was sweet
and
an exposition of the subtle ;-) lol
Cheers Ewan. ;-) lol
Crackersville | July 10, 2009 - 15:51
How can you talk about a masterpiece in such a meta-nihilist way? You obviously discovered a major poet! Kneel in front of his/her talent and win a home made bazooka.
threeleafshamrock | July 10, 2009 - 17:37
A leopard changed its spots? or maybe just borrowed a coat for a while...;)