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i play them 
by ear
those simple melodies

those tonic pitches
of ice chimes
and lemonade

those rounds of laughter
that tickle 
and unlock 

those tippy scales
that rise
and spill secrets

i play them all
as i've
known them

head
to toe
heart and soul

2014-Rene

For Magpie Tales
Image via Magpie Tales #205

Comments

  1. I love what you have done with this prompt--how many times have i played and heard heart and soul? It is a part of my life that has threaded itself through the years--really a wonderful write

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  2. Warm and humorous. Nice, what you got out of that picture!

    Pearl

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  3. I love "those tippy scales", which interprets the photo perfectly.....especially love your closing lines.

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  4. It is a part of my life that has threaded itself through the years--really a wonderful write

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  5. Oh lovely, and indeed I hear it too!

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  6. Play them all yes, the rounds of laughter and all that it takes! Wonderful write Rene!

    Hank

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  7. Sharply alive; beautifully done.

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  8. Awesome write one of my favorites this week! Thanks for entertaining me.

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  9. Fabulous! I do enjoy a musical all rounder!

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  10. You have an ear for music. It shines through in this.

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  11. Hey, that last line would make a good title for a song! ;-)

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  12. Reading this makes me imagine what it would have been like watching her slip those shoes off, and set them on the bench before she sat on the piano. You made it possible to hear the tune. I think it would sound good against the rain, with a drink in hand.

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  13. I love the way you have composed this almost musical poem,

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  14. lemon and sugar


    rim the glass

    I want mine cold....

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