Drum the Cello

Bits of hurried meals scatter beneath the table:
sauced penne, broccoli, bread, chocolate covered raisins.
Strands of hair fall unheard across the rooms:
brown and blonde, long and not-so-long.
Art implements cover all horizontal planes:
crayons (the floors), markers (the chairs), papers and pencils (the tables).
Everywhere my eyes see shreds, scraps, and specks.

I should try something different.
Look up, perhaps.
Look forward, even.
Try drumming the cello instead of bowing it.


  1. Cynthia says:

    I love this piece: the textures of the details, scraps of food, the fallen hair of varying lengths, art supplies; these are great and feeling bits of life. Then the end comes as a wonderful sound. Drumming the cello is so interesting and playful. It breaks open the poem to another sphere of delight. The trying something different lends so much creativity and pays off in the poem as well! Thank you for this gem of a gift…All love and light your way….God Bless dear friend…

    1. Amy @ Love and Be Loved says:

      Thank you so much for sharing your kind and detailed thoughts! I’m so thankful for your time and effort in reading these pieces. And so nice to know someone else who knows these kinds of experiences of daily living. Blessings to you, friend!

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