Written for:  Carpe Diem #1357 –  The Flute (inspired by Japanese fairytale)

bamboo flute

shadows of leaves
cover the open holes
her flute forgotten

© Jane Reichhold

dreams come alive
the old monk plays the bamboo flute
becomes young again

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

Gaily played
notes of the bamboo flute
music of forgetting


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to flute

  1. The music of forgetting … nice choice of words Sara. A bamboo flute sounds really like that.


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