LAUREL LEAVES POETRY


Monthly Poetry Magazine



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POET AND POEMS OF THE MONTH


MS. KAY RENZ




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Wooden Flute: Morning Song

 

Flute song comes to me

soft as murmuring water

fountain overflowing.

 

Echoes unfold

reverberate in my ribs

touch psoas and thigh.

 

Pentatonic scale

infinitely various weaves

through a web of arteries.

 

The craft of the maker

cradled in my hands

gives voice to breath.

 

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