A whim

Cut blow holes in penstemon flowers
To hear their florid flute tunes played by the wind.
Put strings over troughs
And hear the steady strumming of horses on the strings.
Stretch skins over valleys and gourds on the floor
For the rain to drum along with the thunders rumble.
Heavy bass provided by the impending thought
Of where we got the skin...

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A poetical orchestra. I love it. Making your own sounds with the interaction of nature. So original.

Chris

[W. Barrett Munn]

This is quite nice. Good rhythm and a sense of an unknown world.

Winston

[William Kremer]

I was honestly considering never letting this one see the light of day, it was moreso just a little thought experiment.

Thank you for reading and reviewing Winston, I appreciate it.