Open Poetry #9 |
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§Music's grief§ |
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Mystikal_Sacrament New Member
since 2000-08-07
Posts 2K.Falls,OR |
I watch the sun rise,golden it shines, And in the distance i can hear pipes and chimes, Music flowing through the air;searching for a listening ear, Spreading itself across the land,just for one to hear, The soft melody,the ringing chorus so clear, They mingle with the air, bringing to my eye a single tear, If you listen,beneath the pure sound of it all, There lies a sorrow beneath each rise and fall. |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Hello Mystikal_Sacrament..... I can hear the music!! You just described the church bells that are rung on occasion in a little town of Sitka, Alaska, in the Russian Orthodox church there. They are truly beautiful, and actually play melodies that are sweet to the ear. wonderful poem!!! Today is a gift.... That is why they call it 'the Present'! |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Mystikal Sacrament, this is a musical poem, I can hear it. So melodic. Be well Kethry "It is the image in the mind that links us to lost treasures; but it is the loss that shapes the image, gathers the flowers weaves the garland."- |
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