Open Poetry #37 |
Symphonic |
Edward Grim Senior Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 1154Greenville, South Carolina |
Symphonic The violins played that evening. Tears stroking their labored strings. And so began a new symphony, One that would mend the Broken glass’s windowpane. At that withered second, There was nothing left to see Except for the sun awaking from its slumber. So the funeral kept marching onwards. At that sudden break of dawn, The casket, Carrying their comrade, Was lowered into darkness. Silent As the coffin seeped into Mother Earth. The symphony was quiet the next day. Life’s infinite cycle Had taken their conductor, Their guidance, Their friend. Momma says, "Life... is like a box full of chocolates, you never know when you're gonna get one with a nut in it". [This message has been edited by Edward Grim (02-05-2006 11:38 PM).] |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Poignantly beautiful, Ed. I think you meant "strings" and not "stings" in the second line. - Owl |
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jody5 Senior Member
since 2005-12-21
Posts 876California, U.S.A. |
A sad and beautiful poem. HUGS Kim |
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Edward Grim Senior Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 1154Greenville, South Carolina |
Thanks Owl and Jody. Owl, I did mean that, silly me. Good looking out, lol. Thanks again. Cheers - Ed Momma says, "Life... is like a box full of chocolates, you never know when you're gonna get one with a nut in it". |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
Touching and well written. |
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Edward Grim Senior Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 1154Greenville, South Carolina |
Thanks Lady, much appreciated |
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