there is something
about that note
and the melody that
languidly curls in the air
a feathered piece of straw
catching your ear held
by the hands of mozart
and elvis and even
p.d.q. teasing
driftly softly down
blown by the soft 
breeze of progeny
cascading joy rising up 
like incense
holding the gift of
past, present, and future 
the slightest brush of an
angel's wing carrying
the melody onward

love: for National Poetry Month and the Writing Prompt of Poetic Asides (love) and NaPoWriMo.
dedicated to my children


  1. espriurenee said on April 19, 2011
    Beautiful piece! I can hear the music.
  2. Becca Givens said on April 20, 2011
    It is always nice to read your posts. Thank you for sharing ~
  3. trisha said on April 21, 2011
    beautiful and delightful.
  4. awesome.... the perfect poet award of week 42 for you, busy? good luck on your studies.
  5. dani said on April 27, 2011
    "the slightest brush of an angel’s wing carrying the melody onward" beautiful!
  6. Terri said on January 25, 2012

    Reblogged this on Cloaked Monk's Blog and commented:

    Memories of my loves.

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