Poetry smells…
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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TLC'S VIRTUAL EXPRESS: A Train of Poetry Visits this Station 
Humorous title, great poem. 🙂
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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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The paradoxical complexities of bagpipes!
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Oh yes!
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