The flute weeps


flame embraces wick

wax melts to vapour


distant owl calls

nearby, high voices chatter

the match has been struck!


Sometimes poems will come while listening to music. This time I wrote after reading a poem by Rumi…the first lines are: ‘The flute weeps, to the pacing drum’. For the full text of Rumi’s poem please visit Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

©️2018 Ontheland

6 thoughts on “The flute weeps

  1. I have noticed that when there is a candle lit (or I have the fire in the hearth) and music is going that I can easily imagine the flames keeping time… or maybe I am just mesmerized twice over by flame and music?

    The flute has a unique voice. Like spring rains.

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