I played
a beautiful song
in multicolored notes
scattered
across a lined page
carefully metered
for sweet-sounding melody
wind-blown notes from warm lips –
the air-born gifts of a hand-held flute
I played
on a concrete step
that led
to a House of White
flattered
where they stole my sheet
and blotted out the rainbow hues
leaving me but a monotonous tune –
the repetitive honk of a lonely goose
~
©2017 Tanya Cliff
Go Dog Go Café 
The repetitive honk of a lonely goose… hmmm…
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😂
I penned this shortly after Donald Trump took office. It has been on my top ten post column for a long time. No offense to geese intended…
May they honk in peace! 😉
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Who is that?
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😆
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and your voice is heard, enjoy the day, you write with depth
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Thank you so much! 🙏
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Joyful poem!
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Thank you! 😊
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I’ve a feeling this about our melodies being rudely by a feather headed ‘goose’…. love your analogy
“leaving me but a monotonous tune –
the repetitive honk of a lonely goose”
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Thank you, Ivor! The politics of our day frustrate me, but we have our voices and our pens. Glad you liked this.
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