The month of August has arrived, and I’m moving along on my quest to post a blog daily. I challenged myself to this intense post schedule. I have used the year 2021 to explore the various forms of poetry. This month I decided to write Proverbial forms of poetry. I will pick a proverb, a short common saying, and use it to create a poem in whatever direction the Muse chooses to lead me. However, you must remember we are talking about Word Daddy here. My Muse isn’t dependability or inspirational. He often leaves me high and dry when I need his help the most. Apparently, Proverbials have no particular rules. I will try not to sound cliché. My next attempt to write a Proverbial Poem, I will call The Sweetest Tune.
The Sweetest Tune
“The older the fiddle, the sweeter the tune,” is an old Irish proverb. I hope I can do it justice.
The Sweetest Tune
Cleaning out his grandmother’s attic
The violinist found his first fiddle.
She gave it to him
On his fifth birthday.
And Paddy Mulligan taught him how to play.
The old man’s fingers moved frantic,
Over the catgut strings, quite brittle
The music filled the boy to the brim
To watch the master’s frantic fray
The music became a calling the youth had to obey
The quest for musical perfection romantic
But still, there remained an unsolvable riddle
The answer elusive and grim,
Until he opened up the tattered case and started to play.
His outlook on the matter changed, or so they say.
The discovery was so simple
He realized with when he played the first note.
The older the fiddle,
The sweeter the tune,
Especially when the instrument
Is placed in the master’s hands.
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14 thoughts on “The Sweetest Tune”
Wow, you did it more than justice! 🤍 Such a great poem, Mam!
That’s so beautifully written
The Irish in me–and the ret of me–find this verse highly appealing.
(I tangled the syntax in that somehow. But the sentiment is true. Truer.)
My, I’m sleepy. Let me try that again. The Irish in me and the rest of me find this verse highly appealing. (Whew.)
Thank you for reading.