[The Flute, pencil 2001, by Nochipa D.]
“Shhh,”
the dry grasses whisper
as I walk by,
“Make your steps
soft so you can hear the wind
breathe through us
like lips upon a flute.”
“Sit for a while,
over there
under the juniper tree
and remember the smell
of warming February earth.”
Nochipa
I like the peacefulness in this–the connection to the earth and what is not said at the end. Beautiful. Is this your art?
Scot
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Scot,
Thanks ever so much! Yes, it is my art. I really enjoy sketching and painting.
Sherry,
Thank you. Sometimes, it is as if nature is trying to speak to us I think.
Nochipa
and the flute?
I choose to put the flute picture here because of its simplicity, a simple instrument being passed from one hand to another, like the metaphorical songs of our lives. I think pencil and charcoal are the most honest of art mediums because they are the most basic.
Nochipa
Tis very imortant to be able to hear the wind. I visited the wind this weekend. It was good for my soul.
oh, thought it was something passed from father to daughter…
Ozy,
The wind is just as you say.
Scot,
That would be wonderful, a flute from father to daughter, but my dad only plays the guitar and not too well at that, but he has handed me many songs.
Nochipa
Hey
going back to a previous poem/conversation about daddy poems…seven swings for seven children…would that be a poem/flash fiction –maybe a flash poem with pics/music and a reading of… or what?
Thanks, Scot,
I’ll keep that in mind!
I like the drawings a lot, and the way you fit them to the poems. This drawing and poem are especially appealing.
Thanks Rick,
That means a lot coming from you, seeing how your art is so excellent.
I enjoy drawing very much and although I paint murals for people and do paintings from time to time, there is something so honest and earthy about drawing, something so raw, that it feels like an extension of myself.
Nochipa