one blue note, two poems, and a thousand boxes

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Susan at Chicken Spaghetti for Roundup.

For this week's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART, I've got not one but two poems for you today! In honor of my orchestra weekend, I selected a music-themed piece of art created by Clarke Coe. 

The cello is, in essence, a box with strings and a couple of holes. That got me thinking about other boxes-that-aren't-boxes I have loved....and that became a poem!

Boxes

I've slept in a van—
box with four wheels

I've flown a Piper—
box swaddled by infinite sky

I've cuddled a cello—
box where a thousand
nightingales nest
- Irene Latham

The weekend was amazing, but I did get some sad news of an extended family member's passing. She lived a long life, and was a bright light...and a poet too! So I ended up writing a death haiku. Thanks so much for reading.

blue note
held in the arms of rhythm
death comes softly
- Irene Latham