Love, Intensely

Posted on August 7, 2022 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  Sunday Muse #222


They complain.  I do not look
at the audience much
during a performance.  They
do not feel what I do
when my face touches
the smooth, worn wood
of this magical instrument.
When my hand guides
the bow, I am making 
love to sounds that my
soul produces.

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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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24 Responses to Love, Intensely

  2. Portofino says:
    August 7, 2022 at 1:13 am

    “…making
    love to sounds that my
    soul produces.”

    That’s exactly how it looks and quite possibly feels for the musician deep in the throes of the music. Nicely done!

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  3. msjadeli says:
    August 7, 2022 at 1:29 am

    That’s what the best musicians do. That’s why I love to go to live musical performances; it gives me a contact buzz.

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  4. Jim says:
    August 7, 2022 at 2:06 am

    Put your heart into the effort and your soul will tell the rest.
    I played the piano a bit, had two class piano lessons at the
    college where I taught. My prof said I was ready for private
    lessons. Sure. But I would need a lot of refreshing to play now.
    One of my granddaughters played the piano and organ, by ear
    and she was deaf in one. She also played the violin.
    Do you play? Mrs. Jim plays the piano and viola.
    ..

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  5. Gillena Cox says:
    August 7, 2022 at 5:14 am

    Ah yes indeed as it should be. If the musician is not part of the music then we wont get the vibe.

    Happy Sunday

    Much💖love

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  6. wyndolynne says:
    August 7, 2022 at 1:00 pm

    Stunning poem

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  7. Carrie V. H. says:
    August 7, 2022 at 6:39 pm

    This is beautiful Sara! I love where the image took your poetry!

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  8. writingwhatnots says:
    August 7, 2022 at 10:16 pm

    ‘I am making
    love to sounds that my
    soul produces.’ -love these lines.

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  9. Keith's Ramblings says:
    August 8, 2022 at 9:05 am

    Soul music. What a lovely poem.

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  10. Helen says:
    August 9, 2022 at 4:54 pm

    Each time my lips touched my flute, I felt the way you described .. beautifully.

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  11. Susie Clevenger says:
    August 10, 2022 at 4:59 pm

    Love this. I reminds me of my Dawn. She tucked her face into her viola and felt every note. I’m so glad we have recordings of her playing and singing. I miss her so.

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