Telepathic Music
Telepathic Music
Drip-drop, drip-drop
On the the tin roof
Above our rustic garages
We sat on our couches
Silently gazing at the sloping lawns
Overlooking the rivulet
Warming our hands
On our mugs of
Aromatic costa rican coffee
My teenaged cherub
Sprang up at the sound of
Tin-tin, tinkle-tinkle
Jingling of our wind-chimes
Our aural garden ornament
She winked and dashed out
Into the lawns stretching her hands
As if to catch the wind
Kicked off her shoes
Unpinned her long wavy copper tresses
Tapping hip-hopping in the slushy grass
Joy vibrating in every gyration
Breaking down all norms of restrictions
A freedom of the heart
A fluidity in the music of the soul and heart
Heard by her lissome body
Freely expressed by the gravity of her body
My joy knew no bounds
At the telepathic music
Heard by her and transmitted to me
As the rain gods continued with
Their harmonica for their audience
October 4, 2015
contest: So I Thought Of This Line
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
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