- Non-Erotic Poetry
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In my younger days,
when so much was unlearned,
instead of unknown,
I would often overplay
and warp the number 4 reed
on the blow plate
of my Hohner Blues Harp.
The wooden comb of that harp
was whiskey barrel mellow
and the vibration of bending
that number 4 blow note resonated
root chakra deep and low
over the back of my tongue.
I couldn't afford a new harp every time
I blew out that note, so when I didn't
overplay, and I hit it sweet with a low
tremelo, Rev’n Joe Fuller, the man
I learned harp from first, would tell me,
Das da sound'll make yo’ wife
wanna take 'er cloves off.
And when I did blow that note out
and had to play without it until
I could save the nineteen and change
for another harp, he would tell me,
Dat sho'nuff sound like Lang'son
Hughves widout Effridge Knight.
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- COMMENTS
Bill Dadaalmost 17 years ago'Das da sound'll make yo’ wife
wanna take 'er cloves off.'
Can you teach me that sound?
duddle146about 17 years agoNothing like the low-down sound of a blues being played on a harp. A sweet melody indeed!
LeBrozover 17 years agoCouldn't hear the note but sure could feel the sound
In your words when the note was so sweetly played;
As well as the discordant sound when it was blowed out.
wildsweetonealmost 18 years agoi love this every time i read it.
i can hear the sound that's being played.
thank you for that.
wso
Maria2394almost 18 years agoIM glad I read this!! love your use of dialect, something not many people do well, but you did. good work
