The haunting sounds fill the mountain
Energies spread like a fountain
Precious time spent calling all life
Releasing from the daily strife
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Play my true heart. O flute player
Help me remove the next layer
Let me sink into your soul’s light
Letting go of the city’s fright
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The spirit of Kokopelli
Feeling it deep in my belly
Watching the animals respond
Seeing a frog jump from the pond
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Playing my bones as if hollow
You I certainly will follow
Like the old wandering minstrel
Just like the hovering Kestrel
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Play on!
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© Carol Campbell 2016
Open Link Night hosted by, Abhra.
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I love your poem, Carol. This has the eight syllable lines and you’ve added a rhyme pattern, but it’s missing the refrain. Maybe it isn’t intended as a quatern?
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Oh! No I missed the refrain. I’ll reread the instructions. Oops.
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Carol’s going to have to write two poems this week 🙂
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Yep! Thank you! I guess that’s how we learn!
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I think I’d better just start over. May I remove your link and try again?
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If you like. It’s a poetic form of your own invention 🙂
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🙂 I do that and I invent words! Multi-talented!
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I enjoy reading the trials! 🙂 This is a great poem. I love this line: “Playing my bones as if hollow.”
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There is so much poetry waiting to find an outlet 🙂
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yes there is 😉 Bring it on 🙂
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Yes!
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🙂
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Yes!
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Thank you. From mistakes comes success…sometimes!
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You’re welcome. No poem is a mistake. 🙂
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Good point!
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And certainly this poem is as far from a mistake as a diamond is.
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❤ 🙂
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Thanks for letting me hear that lovely music!
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Thank you!
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I have loved Carlos Nakai since my year in Arizona long time ago… Play on,
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The Native flute is divine!
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Haunting…yet…therapeutic! Lovely. Hugs!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful. Thanks for the reprieve.
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Thank you! It’s my pleasure!
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Beautiful, words and sound. Thank you!
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Thank you very much! I’m glad you enjoyed!
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The melody of the flute is so soothing. 😊
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I’m glad you liked it!
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I don’t mind that this is not a quatern. I am too mesmerized by the rhythm and rhyme and the music I hear coming in over the words. A lovely poem. I do like that Native Flute and you have done graceful justice to it.
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Thank you so much!
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A beautiful tribute to that interesting, ancient Kokopelli figure and his lovely lilting flute. The flute music is divine!
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Thank you. Yes it is divine!
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Focus..
Flow..
Lions Roar..
Birds Sing..
Human Voice
chords stRinG
Vibration’s Nature
Celebrates Life..
winds howl
breeze
cools..
Flutes
Flow
Focus
iNow…:)
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Awesome!
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Smiles.. i loved your inspirational poem and am using the flute song in my next post..:)
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Thank you. The native flute is like a prayer!
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Smiles.. Yes it is..:)!
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you made a mistake? no soup for you!! seriously, what a lovely line, “The spirit of Kokopelli feeling it deep in my belly”. I can see kokopelli in the photo of the native flute player. well done.
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sweetly and formidably written and the video brought home your meaning … into my belly using my bones!
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Thank you! I love most things Native.
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I love the wooden flutes in particular …
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I find the ‘Energies spread like a fountain’ is a lovely metaphor…welcome to OLN.
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Thank you and I’m glad to be here!
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I enjoyed it. Music of one’s choice does transport one to a different realm.
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed!
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I agree that no poem is a mistake. When reading it I was not thinking of form, but instead I got lost in the beauty of your words with the familiar flute playing. (I work in a daycare and we play this music for sleep
time) A lovely read. 🙂
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I’m very glad that you enjoyed it! Thank you!
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Thank you for your thought provoking words. They were a small retreat for me paired with the beautiful native flute.
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I am very glad it soothed you! Thank you for reading!
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