Dark Poetry #3 |
Ode to Becky |
somethinginyoursocks Junior Member
since 2003-03-27
Posts 28IN, the U.S. of A. |
The intrepid journey of a melody so sweet, so beautiful, so melancholy I fear has brought mine internal thought. Trumpets blazing Trombones blaring Drums a banging and Saxophones breathing All evoke my own dischordant harmony. The eerie Piano; the dewed grass on which I stand. The softly moving Violins; your hair in the wind. I see you stand on French Horns and Baritones helping to introduce you proper, beautiful, and grand. The distance between us (tempo diminuendo) Shows my your Fluted eyes with a Piccolo shimmering. Clarinets spilling my minor key are received by your Flutes and completed in harmony; Debussy could not have written so prettily as Wagner couldn't be more majestically creative as you are. [This message has been edited by somethinginyoursocks (07-03-2003 09:30 PM).] |
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PoetryIsLife
since 2001-10-27
Posts 1763...in my boxers... |
That's a beautiful poem, mate. Very, very majestic in it's writing. Sorry, I don't have anything more to say then that. ~Titus "I want you to hit me as hard as you can." No, really, I do. |
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Purple Poet On Wheels Member
since 2002-06-21
Posts 145Pittsburgh/Edinboro, PA |
Sombody's in love |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...I was listening for the cello's...James |
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