Nancy Jones Poet Free verse

I Played Viola And

First chair spotlight
Prima donna given
vibrato queen, mourn scorn
and thumb-nose

percussion.  Passion can be
shallow as a whippoorwill
or deep as bass drum
got on groove

and the diva gets her tension
roses like concrete
thrown her statue.

One day a fiddler
kicked back and threw out
the mightiest bluegrass
God's earth ever smelled

was good to be there.

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by me Nancy Jones
for netteski's SOUND MADNESS
the instrument is violin

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 3, 2011 at 4:33 PM Congrats Nancy on a terrific win with this exciting piece on chosen instrument..luv.. very classy ...

Carol Sunshine Brown November 3, 2011 at 10:24 AM Congratulations on your win in Nette's "Sound Madness" contest Nancy. Love, Carol

Jslambert Mister Roboto October 24, 2011 at 1:39 AM i admire those with musical talents. Prima donna, nice!

Fabiyas M V October 15, 2011 at 7:48 AM I could hear your 'viola' Nancy.Nicely penned.A great entry for the contest.

Tony Lane October 15, 2011 at 6:59 AM I like this a lot. I am the black hole of musical ability. I am so un-musical that if you have talent you lose it when you are around me.

Andrea Dietrich October 15, 2011 at 3:15 AM this is awesome, Nancy! It really captures the essence of your instrument and I love bluegrass.