by : Bacardi Gold
20/april/2022
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music is afloat
recapturing innocence
unruffled moment
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Haiku # 40 – The moment…
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music is afloat
recapturing innocence
unruffled moment
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Tag: music
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music is afloat
recapturing innocence
unruffled moment
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Universe – Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt, harmony (Tanka)
by : Bacardi Gold
15/jan/2022
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in the universe
music, color, and order
an abstract painting
a rat race animation…
“Lord, let there be harmony”.
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https://amanpan.com/eugis-weekly-prompt-harmony-january-11-2022/
My Guitar…
by : Bacardi Gold
16/jan/2021
the beaming guitar with tiny rusty strings
slumbered so sad left for years dreaming
like the pains of this once happy heart
lonely ’cause you and i have fallen apart
the kiss that you planted on my cheek
have vanished on my skin so quick
the burning love we shared have charred
and the pain was left inside my heart
once i played this lonely guitar
one string was missing as i look from afar
strumming my pains waiting for someone
to complete the strings and guitar as one
how could we play our music
to bring back the fire of the dying love
i miss the strumming, love of my life
i’m here for you, my future wife…
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I Heard Music, A Different kind…
My fingers kept tapping the keys
I would begin, stop, begin again
My mind would dictate what I write
The sentences would not be right
But I continued to tap the keys
And I heard slow music escaping
the sharpness of my consciousness
The sleepy me, now tapping the keys
With one finger like dipping into a sauce
'Till I dropped my head on the table
losing consciousness but, I heard music
A different kind, but soft........
So soft I got drowned into it until a hand
Tapped my back and a voice got into my ear,
"You're in Heaven My son. You had
a heart attack and didn't survived."
I didn't survive? How come? But I heard you
talking to me. We're talking to each other.
Besides, I'm too young to... to be attacked
by a....heart attack? But I'm not bulging fat,
I'm so thin and too young to be dead!
"My son, wake up! You're late!" Late, what?
"It's your funeral, wake up and get yourself
ready.You'll have to be in your coffin in an
hour.The priest is coming."
How would I end this story? I'm so sleepy.
I better transfer to my bed than here at the
table. Hhmmm. I can sleep soundly on my bed.
I better go to sleep now. I'll dream
the ending of my dream...story..... BBzzzzz!
Triangle Writes... 