Some are wont to say
"Zen Masters, only, HarpKu!"
Nay! "Wind," I say!.
Your submissions
come here, eat here, sleep here, live...
My innards smile.
updated 10/1/99
HarpKu Passages
Fleshy cherry yields
to your gut-wrenching timbre
Strum brushing lightly
Hand groping quick, sweeping thumb...
The heart of the harp.
High, low, bended, straight
Expedient contraption
Upturned arms drift to
Capture dry guts, stretch, poke
Kwela creates harps
burgeoning smiles in fingers
and music to hearts
(sub 8/22/99 Ouise)
Cheap therapy
A sink of dishes
water flowing over glass
letting thoughts flow by
(sub 8/27/99 bc)
A chandeliered dream
bathed in hues of blues and greens
shatters into dusk
(sub 10/1/99 demelza)
We begin our life by weaving a fishnet.
We end our life before ever
finishing it.
We're always weaving a net and forever fixing it.
-Pagou Ram
(from gayle and barbara)
I play the last notes
as the wind sighs through the strings
then wind and song fade.
(from John the Harp Troll)
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