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
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011
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