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Poetry smells…

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like a bagpipe’s chords

of discord, burning

blending notes

of love and loss.

Sweet verses betray

and foul stories seduce

before a fluted breath

pipes long, low lines

of understanding.

— t. l. cummings

Photo of Pebble Beach Spanish Bay Golf Course bagpiper found on Pinterest.

(reblogged from 2014)

 

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  1. Humorous title, great poem. 🙂

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    March 23, 2014
  2. Thank you again, and thank you for following! I’m learning a lot by the types of poems you write and describe. You are a wonderful writer.

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    March 23, 2014
  3. The paradoxical complexities of bagpipes!

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    October 12, 2017

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