Short Dulcimer Poems

My guitar sings, it’s reverberating strings; dance with my fingers.

My dulcimer cries and whines; telling folk tales, centuries old.

One with the strings, their harmony brings elation, to my soul.

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My dulcimer sings,
The strings how they ring;
Vibrations carry
Across the fret board;
They echo my songs.

Dulcimer sings,
Jettisons dreams;
Stimulating
Imagination.

Dulcimer
Dreams send muse
Flying high;

Create
And dream

Songs.
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the euphonious sound wafted in through my open window
it was mellow, honeyed, mellifluous
not a flute, not a dulcimer
an ethereal, angelic sound
my soul wanted to hear more
there was a soft subtle mellifluence to it
it was silver-toned
I looked up, expecting to see an angel appear
horrified instead by the presence of an angry grim reaper
you are supposed to come to the window and lean out!
he chased me around the room waving his scythe.
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