The Sound

Bass :)

Stretched taunt

And resonant,

Their mumble shudders

Among the lower

Frequencies as they

Are agitated.

Choked and prodded

Until the hum

Fulfills the need of the

Antagonist--

These tightly coiled

Strands of embodied

Music.

The vibrations

Thrum through the

Furniture.

The sound devours

All else.

I am a slave

To the recalcitrant

Tone produced,

And yet it must obey

My fingers

My pressure.

Author's Note

This isn't much deeper than what it's obviously about: playin bass :D which I just started tonight lol. I'm so excited to learn bass :D although my fingers are really tired right now.

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

How determined you were to capture the essence of this experience; how successful you became at doing just that.
Those of us who've never played cannot know if something was left unexplored; those who have played can, I strongly suspect, only marvel at what you've accomplished.

[Poeticadia]

I love the way this captures the sound of bass guitar... and how the focus shifts from the instrument to the player, and the control you gain through learning to play. I had a go at bass - just for one semester at college - and the deep, reverberating tone in a small room was spellbinding... it used to feel like the hollow air in my lungs was resonating with the lowest tones. "The sound devours all else" is a great description... excellent poem!!!

[Judy Ponceby]

It is well and poetically done in beautiful descriptive words.