Bird Call
An exploration of the possibility for change.
Tuesday, 13 September 2011
Listen
Open.
Open your ears; hear the
wind rustle through the trees
grasshoppers’ pinch cut through the dense breeze.
Guitar strings resist his tender squeeze.
Listen and you will hear
sipping of beer, melodiless chords,
calm, deep, melancholy.
1 comment:
Through Jam's Eyes
17 October 2011 at 13:39
very beautiful!
Love your writing, Aimee.
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very beautiful!
ReplyDeleteLove your writing, Aimee.