deepundergroundpoetry.com
Flute Lips - By Nizana's Daughter
The breath of music passed through these lips
when I was a child. I still love the flute but sometimes
play a different pipe whose music is still as sweet.
Do you feel the air that has sustained my life for twenty-four years?
Let it touch you as spirits from my past remembering their melodies.
These flute lips from my childhood now blow playfully
but can hover no longer. Feel their juicy fever as
separate lives join in a sacred kiss.
when I was a child. I still love the flute but sometimes
play a different pipe whose music is still as sweet.
Do you feel the air that has sustained my life for twenty-four years?
Let it touch you as spirits from my past remembering their melodies.
These flute lips from my childhood now blow playfully
but can hover no longer. Feel their juicy fever as
separate lives join in a sacred kiss.
Published 22nd Jan 2023
Author's Note
I loved playing flute as a child and sometimes used the same technique when blowing air for pleasure.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 0
comments 4
reads 310
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
Sometimes flute playing does lend itself to "wink-wink, nudge-nudge, what does that remind you of?" remarks.
22nd Jan 2023 9:45pm
26th Jan 2023 11:32pm
This is as beautiful a description of—cough—whatever as I’ve read here. No cheesy puns from me, thank you. I look forward to watching your poetic growth continue to unfold.
Peace and joy.
Peace and joy.
18th Jul 2023 5:57am
Rereading this since hearing of the grown popularity of the flute because of Lizzo, and seeing the picture again, brings to my mind a rhyme
Playing the flute,
timing acute,
she looks so cute
I'd follow suit.
Playing the flute,
timing acute,
she looks so cute
I'd follow suit.
