To create a golden story about a golden dance that only takes place when the golden flute is played......Kate
In an aurum silence, purest yellow, curled n’ naught Indulged in golden stories. . .being, scribbled in a blotch Whence, hardness is so soft, you can mark upon the mused Down, daring to imagine, you quill in gold; Diffuse . . .
Jubal play your kinno Jubal play ugab Psaltery enchanter, do dance thee Ole' Piper! Jubal, play me your Golden Flute!
In the corner of your mind, in the distant, deafened sounds take in the tapping beats to the inner songs you pound! Keep yourself a going, imagining in song Never let it hold your spirant to the fools in golden yawns!
Jubal play your kinno Jubal play ugab Psaltery enchanter, do dance thee Ole' Piper! Jubal, play me your Golden Flute!
Without ado, without his golden flute . . . Your groove can’t move to just any tune for you! So, bring it on out, let him purse upon her mouth Dance your Golden Dance to Jubal’s Golden Flute do flout. . .
and, Jubal played his kinno Jubal played ugab The psaltery enchanter, done danced thee Ole' Piper! Jubal played me his Golden Flute!
...and there were no more mouses in Hamelin, although, the piper wasn't blowing on a golden flute, but yes, like Jubal, those mystical musicians compell our spirit to seach for those songs...
Ovid should be proud of your writings.
Georg
Bravo dear Kimmy, you captured well the ageless songs and dance of the Gods of ancient mythology, I did not see the challenge but if this was Kate's intention...you captured her theme to perfection...
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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Ron
Walt
really wonderful Kimmy...
John
ET
Be safe,
Karen
What lilting prose! Beautifully penned and imaged; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Ovid should be proud of your writings.
Georg
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