Long ago, when I would sometimes play my shakuhachi on late, insomniac nights -my wife sleeping in the next room, the dogs and cats resting quietly - on occasion the bamboo would find a very mellow, yet slightly melancholy note, which I would sustain for a few moments. This piece reminds me of that - a yellowish low wattage bulb casting a faint light across a room, the distant hum of a fan and a haunting bamboo note - these words fit that moment so very well.
This is by far my favourite of your poems.
I agree with the other two reviews about a sense of melancholic nostalgia. It also does have a calm feeling like a port in a storm.
Very well done!
This was interesting tough I gatta admit that when you moved the last half of the line inward it was a bit distracting. You did it just enough for me to notice it, but not be sure and I was paying more attention to that, and wondering if it was intentional or not, than to the actually poem. When i went back and read it again I really liked the poem itself but the formatting is confusing. I would suggest either not moving the lines inward, or exaggerating the movement a little more so that it looks intentional.
I'm just a guy, hoping for his 2.7 billion heartbeats.
I try to keep myself busy, or else I start feeling pointless.
I ride my bike a lot.
I try to make a difference.
My words almost always sound .. more..