When the rain
falling
drowns out the sound of
the nomad flute
listen to the sun
rising
in the desert,
listen to the heart,
your sitar stings
being plucked from above
and let the rain come
as it must.
Nov 11, 2011
Om Shanti Om
About This Poem
Last Few Words: With a nod to WS Merwin's *Nomad Flute* and Anoushka Shankar's sitar. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_HT-d8W1_M&feature=related ~ Breathing Underwater
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Dear Anna,
Of course, I read this piece a few days ago. Hence my poem inspired by it. I just forgot to leave a comment on this. I'd probably lose my head if it weren't attached, LOL. A lovely poem.
always, Cat
inspiring
great imagery here. music in nature, nature in spirit. love it!