Hand cupped to an ear
tiny hairs tickle
as whispers pass.
Eyes turn to saucers
as eyebrows take flight
and imaginations soar.
Could it be true?
Abhra is at the tap serving up tonight Poetics and we are all keeping our secrets.
Winter always has a reflective affect on me. In fact is probably has that affect on a lot of you too. I find that one subject I love to reflect on is family. As you you do right?
So I wanted to do something special to really put a face and a voice to “A Harmonica’s Verse” so I created this video poem. I hope you enjoy…
If you would like to read the poem click – A Harmonica’s Verse.