Hello, everyone. This is Glenn. So April is almost over, which means that National Poetry Month is almost over. And I haven't really shared too much poetry this month here on swell. So I figured, should I get some poems in before the month is over? So here's one. I hear a muted trumpet on a Sunday afternoon. Is it a calling card for the blues? The soul in a state of inquiry by self review
Becky Butler
@bc75 · 1:47
Hi, Glenn. Becky here from Visions expression. And I really enjoyed your piece on a Sunday afternoon. And I really loved the imagery that you, that you put with the treble clef and the colors and the blues and the swirls. And I likened writing to that of sheet music. We have the lyric, we have the note
Glenn Mann
@GlennPriceMann · 0:23
Hello. I just want to say thank you for listening and for sharing your thoughts. I think your explanation of the sort of that connection and that between writing and so the sort of the natural musicality of words without music and sort of that connection, I think that was beautifully expressed and defined. So thank you for listening and thank you for sharing your thoughts