The Reed

The twisting arching reach plies the verdant of all singular reeds...slicing its' touch 
upon clouded waters' stillness,
Displaced beneath the aqueous shallow lay the turquoise of natures' forged stones,
azure and green speckled shimmer,
Breathing the wind of gentle gesture returned the reeds upwards within the reach 
of touching the warmth of the sun,
Shaking the droplets of what was just skimmed...rippling the balance of stillness and 
breaking the calm,
Thus is born the creation of harmonious action.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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April 1, 2016 at 10:50 PM
Richard, amazing verse. LINDA
Pettit Avatar
February 12, 2011 at 8:18 AM
Reeds are the only way clarinet players get to play their instruments. You have written this piece very descriptively.
Arnold Avatar
February 12, 2011 at 7:11 AM
Richard How eloquent is you penning of this verse. unparalleled Love Cookie
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