The Drone Of The Bagpipes Poem by Peter Hall

The Drone Of The Bagpipes



The bass drone on the bagpipes play
The man in his kilt plays it
The misty Scottish air receives it
A constant sound
Under the melody
Always whining
Always sighing
Under lying.

In his emotions
He feels he is not good enough
His misty heart receives it
A constant sound
Hidden under the mechanics of his life
Always whining
Always sighing
Always lying.

Sunday, June 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A man, a women, a nation...not sure of themselves. Insecure. Unbelief is a constant...like the bass drone reed on the bagpipes.
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Peter Hall

Peter Hall

Sydney, Australia.
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