Tone

With every sound
of each word uttered
there is pause – a silence,
as if waiting for the touch
of a lover – distant still,
but out there.

Until such time,
words float as poetry
lightly wrought
on cool staves
only now just stirring;
no tone is forced, just harsh
and breathy –

they wait and would wait
forever,
as every song, like love,
is incomplete
until it hears its heart echo.

Jazz #Haiku

 

For Haiku Horizons prompt: Tunes. You can find other entries here.

Spine tingling tunes dance
in music book’s inky black
where saxophones play

Crescendo #DailyHaikuChallenge

Sunshine’s beams connect
Quavers scaling rippled bars
Nature’s music sheet

Day 109/365 – Morgan’s #DailyHaikuChallenge. Join in and link back to her blog

River Song ~ Quadrille

Wistful waters croon
their tranquil notes,
stirring streams
to run the course
of our age’s peaks and troughs –
ululating reservoirs pool
naturally when catastrophes
become walled dams;
unabated, the simple reed’s voice
needs no coax from restless winds
to play us healing songs.