Tabi-Tabi Apo

[RCJames]

(Vietnamese Hmong
speak a tonal language;
their music imitates speech)

In these blue-green mountains
ancient harmonies abide;
the bright lilting trill of a flute
reveals the owner's name;
the song grace-glides in thought.
The ratcheting screech of the Taho
a small green bird, announces dawn.
A waterfall roars and splashes,
a fine spray of mist,
all an un-remitting orchestra.

A blade of grass blown between lips
is heard across the valley;
it cuts through a clutter of tongues.

The land itself exults,
blends with sighs and laughter
as hammocks sway to the strain;
the refrain resides in dream,
the song has no end.


Tabi- tabi Apo – Let me páss, ancestor.

[lotus]

A blade of grass blown between lips
is heard across the valley;
it cuts through a clutter of tongues.


Tabi- tabi Apo – Let me páss, ancestor.

dear RC

beautiful !

a warm smile
silent lotus

[Sid]

Gday,

Fantastic poem.

I would just qualify what the restrain represents? Is this modernity encroaching on history? How is this achieved? Otherwise the dream is purely linked to the land and the hammocks represents the encroachment of tourism and naivity which may not have the restraint you wish to convey.


Is this representative of the blade of grass blown through the lips calling on people to preserve the history so beautifully detailed? If so maybe treat the reader with more to evolve this opinion.