Music In The Woods

Written for:  The Sunday Muse #35

boy violin

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Tristan let nothing interfere
with his music. Enamored of sound
since assuming possession of
the violin, he played for
an audience of one–a small
gray bird that trilled
to sweet notes emanating
from the instrument. Out
in the cold woods, bare
trees and white ground
were his backdrop. Tristan
did not notice the cold,
was not lonely. He let nothing
interfere with his music
or his dreams.

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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8 Responses to Music In The Woods

  1. Carrie V. H. says:

    It is beautiful music that i can hear through your lovely words Sara!


  2. There is warmth to be found in dreams we refuse to let go off. So glad for Tristan (and his feathery friend).


  3. Mike Bayles says:

    I like this poem. Good going.


  4. Vicki says:

    I feel the determination of the boy through your words. Lovely poem, Sara.


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