The violin sang
over the hum, the rumble
the guitars by her side
They held the rhythm
oh, but she was the soul
verve, the muse
that danced across the room
catching the conversations short
for a moment or two
at the coffeehouse again
Her quick reflexes,
natural smile;
joy in her shared gift,
whether bluegrass or folk
serious or sassy
Pure talent unfurled
smile infectious –
receiving the gift in the knowing
the certainty of His hand –
in the sharing.
Written 3/4/05 8:45pm
edited 3/6/05 10:15am
edited 3/23/05 9:05
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Her Hands
Long slender fingers
clutched the bow
caressed the cello
Fingers like spiders
walked gingerly
down the neck
Shuddered on the lines
to urge the quiver of the song
from the wood
Elongated notes
vibrate of the wire
a fog of sound
crafted by
knowing hands
3/4/05 10:00pm
edited 3/23/05 9:00pm
about Andrea Schripsema
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
clutched the bow
caressed the cello
Fingers like spiders
walked gingerly
down the neck
Shuddered on the lines
to urge the quiver of the song
from the wood
Elongated notes
vibrate of the wire
a fog of sound
crafted by
knowing hands
3/4/05 10:00pm
edited 3/23/05 9:00pm
about Andrea Schripsema
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Frozen Splits
Jeff’s ready
watching the action
moving straight for him
at full speed,
fast motion
Black brick
center of attention
sliding on the blade,
stick
Winger on a breakaway
partner, line mate
in the other lane
ready for a feed
Defense falls back,
backward and off balance
caught by the speed
Trying to cut the angle
too late
He slides right to left
anticipating
But they reverse the flow
drive to the net
another pass
Splits –
Glove Save!
3/4/05 9:15
edits 3/23/05 9:15
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
watching the action
moving straight for him
at full speed,
fast motion
Black brick
center of attention
sliding on the blade,
stick
Winger on a breakaway
partner, line mate
in the other lane
ready for a feed
Defense falls back,
backward and off balance
caught by the speed
Trying to cut the angle
too late
He slides right to left
anticipating
But they reverse the flow
drive to the net
another pass
Splits –
Glove Save!
3/4/05 9:15
edits 3/23/05 9:15
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,720+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
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