A cello is weeping
in my church today
Tears of sound plunk
discordantly
Hitting both ears and
floor with
A measured enervation
that grates
Oh, I beg of you
dear cellist
Bless us with what
I know
Resides inside your
wooden friend
Play us something just
a bit less mournful
Allow if you would be
so kind
Bach to retire now and
perhaps Mozart
Or even Pachelbel could
step up
And fill this space with
music, sweet music
S.E.Ingraham
Sacrilege Madam!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Sharon.
ReplyDeleteYes, we all need the sweet to off set the bitter~
ReplyDeleteNice write