Horsehair Poems - Poems about Horsehair

...ings flutter with joy and elation While they surround him in flight When he's finished playing, he reaches into his horsehair sporran Hanging from his waist To feed the fairies bits of wild-grown raspberries They absolutely love thei......Read More

...magic fails the mage, I’m here and I am waiting, To save you from the still. With your fingers at my strings and the horsehair bow aloft we’ll fill the cosmos, With music full of life, With stars to light the dark spots, That hide wi......Read More

...A lonely fiddle, its strings once taut tense and stretched, waiting to be tuned and played. The limp horsehair bow, longs to be tightened and drawn in sweet reverberations. From the poem "Strings" posted Jan 27, 2018......Read More

..., toward an electric chair With fans on the other edge, cheering my conquest I am the champion of the west wing with horsehair Dawn is here and I must face the light In a roll of two, I lead To cast my secrets in light without weigh......Read More

...A lonely fiddle, its strings once taut tense and stretched, waiting to be tuned and played. The limp horsehair bow, longs to be tightened and drawn in sweet reverberations. A grounded kite, too long flightless - too ......Read More

...ission. Fidel was just Galician patrician, and Ho and Mao were scholarly Confucians. They wore those uniforms like horsehair vests, to carve from abject nothingness an entity, a national and regional identity, ingredients which only......Read More

...her fingers play like spiders nimbly dancing on a web of iron it lies on the smoothest rosewood her prey is built of horsehair such powerful vibrations! such music to her ears! quickly her prey dances back and forth tho never does ......Read More

...k’s eyes. We’d sit for hours in white wicker rocking chairs I helped paint one time with newspaper on the floor And a horsehair brush grandma gave me To teach me that painting needn’t be a lesson In staying between the lines. “Sometime......Read More

...I on an a empty isle? No paddle or ship to sail, and my inner self is so blatantly pale. Fore my painting is alone. A horsehair brush I must take, to paint me a new mirage, without loneliness in my forage place. Being Painted Alone says ......Read More

...Cloudburst Louis Paints in colors bright Imagination driven With all of his might Blessed canvas glows Pure horsehair magic Beauty born from pain Muse favors tragic Autism schism Torn from the world Quiet little dolphin Oceans ......Read More

...necessary skills are acquired To embark on adventures of the body. Hiding in shrouds like an angel White egret with horsehair-like crests and Misty wings is the caged fury of joy, her Wings mightier, beak stronger, eyes sharper And l......Read More