Alive And Kicking

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. - Thoreau

as a harp is tickled

a flute giggles

an accordian breathes

a drum is disciplined

a cymbal crashes

a saxophone bellows

a violin weeps

a  cello rises to its feet

a guitar wails

an organ gasps

a piano jingles its car keys

singers let their belts out

as they each cling to life in a gentle reminder that

eternity is still ticking

alive and kicking

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Author's Note

"In warm evenings I frequently sat in the boat playing the flute, and saw the perch, which I seem to have charmed, hovering around me, and the moon travelling over the ribbed bottom, which was strewed with the wrecks of the forest." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Andrew John]

Instrumental expressions here. Good to read - and, mentally, "hear" those instruments. Thanks.

[Arundass TP]

A beautiful muscical instrumental poem. Excellent and creatively written. Loved it.

[Pete]

thank you kind sir ... :)

[Gee]

Great song, Jim Kerr and the boys.
The first day of yet another year which will no doubt be over in what will seem like the blink of an eye.
Happy new year Pete

[Pete]

thank you gee. happy new year. let's try to suck out as much marrow from it as is possible ... :)

“Time and tide wait for no man.” - Chaucer