Strings are where its’s At.

Strings are where its’s At.

There is a sound that comes as close as it can
To the human voice, bow pulled firm over steel
A slide and a wail, pizzicato, jam it! on bluegrass, oh classy orchestra,
It’s the strings where it’s at, that catch me in the act
Sitting in my fine armless chair, head bent slight, left hand light
Horse hairs in my right
Prancing in my head to the rockin’ cadence
of singing strings, cuz Mozart was a
rocker back in his day, and now I am too.

— by Ava Hypatia, December 2016

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Prompt: D’Verse poets ask us to make poetry with musical references.

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6 Responses to Strings are where its’s At.

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    Such wonderful descriptions in this. Just beautiful.

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  2. Waltermarks says:

    Very beautiful, you play a fine stringed instrument and it all starts in your head

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  3. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Lovely!❤️ Especially in awe of the images “Prancing in my head to the rockin’ cadence of singing strings, cuz Mozart was a rocker back in his day, and now I am too.” ❤️

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  4. It’s clear that you’re in love with your strings and that music is in your blood and this affects your poetry. Thank you

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  5. I love how you put yourself an the center of this musical experience.

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  6. Musicality pours out across the page. Keep on rockin it baby 😉

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