Open Poetry #47 |
The First Frost |
martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
Silence held the morning with the first frost of fall glazing the windows as he made for the hall and in the silence from the jazz laden morning came a soft piano melody as fingers sweetly played hesitantly... on ebony ivory piano keys and somewhere she lies a lullaby touched his heart Sinatra swooned as others in the distance cry He and Frankie Crooned You, oh you... I love you... "Ole Devil Moon" |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
What a vivid picture you've painted with your words! *S* |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Great visuals, plus Old Blue Eyes, and you have captured the essence of the mood. Great going. ~* The saddest words of tongue or pen are the words It might have been.--John Greenleaf Whittier ~*~ |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"the jazz laden morning came a soft piano melody as fingers sweetly played hesitantly... on ebony ivory piano keys" Excellent write, this verse especially, it has a special ring. Enjoyed. JL Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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