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Wellspring Sep 2018
I stand on this roof,
Gazing upon the twilight world,
The faces of passersby,
Shrouded by veils of stars and night.

I play my song of eerie trills;
The highs,
The lows,
This sickeningly sweet lullaby,
Carrying all into the comforting embrace,
Of midnight slumber.

This swooping melody,
My warm, but shuddering breath
breathes life into the frost covered flute,
Cradled in my ice cold hands.

My breath,
My life,
Heard by all,
But me.
This is kinda about my insomnia? But, make what you will of it.
K Balachandran Aug 2018
It’s unstoppable.
Rushing, water plays her flute;
All become zombies!
Right now verdant, beautiful state of Kerala, in South India is in the grip of swirling flood waters like never before (in recent times) Land slides,deaths and destructions  are rampant..This water rich state is flummoxed by this backlash
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2017
Dancing the swelled
waves of the deep,
swimming clouds
leap out to reach
over the sunny sky.

Blow out a cool kiss
on the bank of the
blue Ganges of the skies.
The lips that kiss the bottomline
play the flute.
Listen, singing chorus rains down,
bouncing back to earth
the only open-through planet!
Shofi Ahmed Jul 2018
Mortal earth is a shadow
nothing lasts here evermore.
The inside is a complete hollow.
Everyone takes a turn sway not
360-degree it’s a flute!
mariiia Jun 2018
Look up to the sun
Your face cooling down
The wind blowing soft
Carrying soft tones
Can you hear it?
It's her playing the flute
Calming down her heart

Spin around in circles
Feel the sun
Heating up your blood
With an upbeat song
Can you hear it?
It's her playing the flute
Wanting to dance

Cover your head
The rain is pouring
You cry your first tears
Hearing a heartbreaking melody
Can you hear it?
It's her playing the flute
Drowning in sorrow

Feel the pain
Taking over your body
You hated her so much
High notes piercing your ears
Can you hear it?
It's her playing the flute
Crying for help

Fall into the grass
Like she fell in love with you
The sun is setting
You whistle to the loving melody
Can you hear her?
It's her playing the flute
Forgiving you
Jayantee Khare May 2018

Empty of yourself
From the deepest
Let the air flow through
In controlled way, blow through
Unmute
Like a flute
Now play your tune
In your lune
Sing and dance plenty
What an ecstasy!


A flute, when empty, plays the tune we like...
Ahmed Ali Sep 2017
Flute

I am the flute,
And I am the wind,
I blow through its chute,
I make its tune so cute,
If thou are of the love,
Must listen to it now,
And will know its creed,
For in reed lies its magnificent breed.

(By: Khan, BA) 28-5-08
Mane Omsy Aug 2017
Breathe of mind relaxing
Inhaling deep, waving the head
See-saw along with the flow
When it pitches the high note
Notice my eyebrows frowning with stress
Sweetness with a slight smile
Imagining a brighter view
No illusions, just the wind
Blowing low to the green fields
The flute kept the balance
Rhythmic taste of a China flute
The flute with small calm to a high pitch is a beautiful music to enjoy inside our head with the eyes closed.
Cheyenne Yacono May 2017
Click clack click*
We left the comfort of the amethyst curtain
Onto the stained wooden stage
The room is wide and filled with echoes
I stare into the red seats where identical faces sit
They show no emotion and I want them to feel
Feel anger, joy, sadness, something
My instructor paces across the stage towards the microphone
Hello
Suddenly the words that were to follow turn into muffles
All I can hear is my heart beat
They sound like quarter notes
The muffles end once my instructor is back in my sight
He exhales and smiles
The burning lights make him look like a god
He raises the baton and I forget everything
1...2...3...
We play the keys robotically but we breathe humanity
The notes trace our fingers and play your heart strings
Our slurs curve your lips into a smile
We want you to feel joy
We want you to remember childhood memories
It's not just kids with instruments
There are stories being told
We put our life into the instruments
We remember being called fools
And how we were wasting our time
We tell you our stories through these notes
Hoping you will feel what we felt
But we'll never know until the final note
When the baton goes down and we bow to the crowd
It's exhilarating
Mary-Eliz Mar 2017
In a dream a spider swallows a snake and
smiles
like  a
giant yellow sunflower being  kissed   by
                                                                ­ bees
                                                            ­     who
dance  wildly  with the  wind  as  it  turns
white
with
anticipation.   The  snake  charmer   plays
                                                           ­         his
                                                    ­              tune.
The  spider  dances,  rising up,  stretching,
elongating.
Her  legs
disappear, drawing   into  her  body where
                                                           ­         they
                                                   ­                 turn
into a flickering tongue that protrudes from
her
lips.
She wriggles in her dance; her tongue waves
                                                           ­         in the
                                                             ­       air to
the melody, begins  to sing a  sultry,  hissing
song.
Then
the charmer's flute begins to move, undulating
                                                      ­                  to her
                                                             ­           song's
cadence.   And the charmer is himself charmed.
He
sits
in a trance as his snake-flute wraps itself around
                                                          ­                    him
                                         ­                                     and
the  spider  looking  li­ke a  snake swallows them
both.
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