Fine Tune

The picture for this poem is one of my own airbrush works. I hope you enjoy both works :)

I can distinguish

her artistically-carved

and ear-sweetening

voice

from colonies of

hoarse horse-mouthed

herds of booming hollers

with feet that thunder

on vulnerable floors

with thumps, blunders and bangs

while she walks curiously,

carefully; and with the

grace
of an undisturbed pond

a gentle paddle

that surprises dumbfounded

ugly ducklings around her

not worthy of treading

her peaceful waters

even in 

beggar silence and the

greedy presence of peers

her voice 

-somewhere in the hall-

conducts an orchestra 

of pleasure, across

my heart strings

you can wade, wade and wade

drown and forever

defile and try to define

the sweet salty

essence of her flow

but you will never taste

what I hear

when I feel her voice

Reviews

[The Ink Chapters]

beautiful words, nicely written

[MoriartyMesa]

Much like this entire work
"conducts an orchestra"

You paint something from another century or even Broadway...
I love the effect of the different fonts, coloring, movement of thought and song like style you deliver the entire piece.

[Sonia Aurelio]

as always i know what you're on about!

"conducts an orchestra
of pleasure, across
my heart strings"

favorite part! love babes! keep going with the inspiring figure in your life!

[Michael G.]

First, the picture is very good.
And so is this poem. I like the contrast in the colors you've used to set the sounds and the feel of your words apart.
Good flow, good visual... good write!