Swamp Music

Note keys float out
swamp leaves, slit open,
hang out by green string.

Black notes,
A, B, C, float dark nightly,
lightly
through a
new moon’s ear piece.

A mad need, I am
bad seeds
planting roots
in last years’ moon beams.

Spread eagle.
Tongue tied,
sublimely.

The serene swamp sings.
Wants me
buzzing,
dripping golden honey
with springs yellow bees.

I asked the love beat
to swim,
stark,
bare feet

jealous oak trees watching
each move
melodically down stream

whipped cream
skin
dipped in a breeze.

A wet dream
for an
old, dry oak tree.

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4 thoughts on “Swamp Music

  1. I appreciate you liking my small poems. I read some of yours. Wow! You were blessed from God with a gift. Thanks for sharing that with me. Sallie

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