Didgeridoo Poems - Poems about Didgeridoo

Antiquated pipeline geysers ravage starry nebulae, blast ash. The hurricane bankrupts reed origami masts. It splits overripe pomegranates. Wild animal guitar buzzes, echoing through shattered valleys. Electrified abdomen dowels bobble and quiver. Balloons, gemstones, hot coals ululate. Feral cello cherries frost and educate potholes. They mold cracked roads into jagged mosaics of fire and ice. Fractured aqueduct...

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A cello moans through cedar fog, low notes trembling between her teeth. Amber bowstrings tighten, vibrating against ribs— wood groans beneath the weight of sound. Resin clings to fingertips, drawn taut over hollow curves. Each bow stroke sharpens the air, Splitting migraines into cascading cacophony The final note— held breath, a whispering overtone, unraveled into stillness....

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Her shocks poured forth like a midnight oil spill, body buckling like a sapling in a tornado, cracked like a Grecian museum urn. Moonflower extended limb petals, hips arched, limbs touched the nightfall floor. Her firehouse quaked primal. Waistline oscillated, packed rigid. Gasps defibrillated, beasts fought through tight ribs, Midriff dilated, injected, probe swelled with force. Her breath hung...

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My didgeridoo singing, Produces healthy healing; Vibrations of nature, Winning my favor. Energizes my cells, As crescendo swells. Vibrations of bliss, Mother Nature’s kiss. Great notes are achieved by, Instruments like these. Didgeridoo talks of, Aboriginal walks. Some insects sent here are, God’s indentured servants. ...

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Vibrations echo, Dancing down spiritual; Didgeridoo gift, Lifting Souls it will transform, Music into healing light. ...

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