ode to tambourines

yo. this is alisa. a new member of this fine blog. i'm trying to put my words down here for you all, and also, for myself. terrible or not, here they are. enjoy.

ode to tambourines

singing vagabonds
clapping hands
shaking hips

tambourines are a clatterin'
making your stage
right there on the grass
below my tappin' feet
in the setting sun

practice?
performance?
play on passion?
which is it?
which is it not?

you embrace the freedom to play

tiny tunes
sing your secrets aloud
and allow your fearless

freckles

to shadow over your shoulders
of a summer drawing near

will your notes still remain
after the sun goes down?

will your shaky voice still skip
over my rosy cheeks?

will your tambourine still
continue to rattle my heart?


well, that wasn't too terrible. looking forward to more terrible poetry with you all.

chao.

en paz.,

alisa