Bowstring Poem by Manonton Dalan

Bowstring



i'm looking at my violin
thinking of music within
i pick up bow did stroke
loud enough to be heard
scattered melody; noise
as of now better; my voice

i feel like walking on string
every step a note to begin
if i could piece them together
music could burst to clear
for now appreciation i give
to those gifted with octave

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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