Get Your Premium Membership

SERVICES

in the front clapping and praising, high hands reaching. former times held the lyrics of tambourine — bells in a circle shaking, hitting thighs. then there’s the ukulele — a small guitar, held close in swaddle, fingers strumming up and down. emotive feelings of sound as piano keys and chords ride the path to your soul and the unity of chorus with flowing robes — undulation of the Creator’s sea. and the moment i followed my grandmother, a bagpipe touting Amazing Grace — the rich mahogany box levitating, to her final resting place. 11/23/2018

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment
Date: 11/23/2018 12:57:00 PM
There is a calm peacefulness to your poetic musical extravaganza Kim. This was really nice.
Login to Reply
Rodrigues Avatar
Kim Rodrigues
Date: 11/23/2018 3:41:00 PM
Thank you, Chris!