Accordion Poem by Malcolm Evison

Accordion



Sometimes
I feel

like an accordion
squeezed
by some
disembodied self

each chord
vibrates bruised reeds
each inspiration
teases out

a latent voice -
rarely
to be sustained -
almost as if

it chokes
on its own
respiration.




Malcolm Evison
29 September -02 October 2009

Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: inspiration
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